My midlife crisis started with a broken hip that started
with a smart horse and a dumb rider. I was forty four years old and forty
pounds overweight. My horse was in great shape and enjoyed my pain
tremendously. He laughed all the way to his new owners. I cried all the way to
I convalesced for two months. During that time, I
watched television, read books, surfed the web and ate lots of junk food. My
forty pounds soon became fifty and I think depression set in. I never suffered
from depression before so I can’t be positive. It may have just
been the pain pills.
As soon as I could walk without the walker, I decided I
needed to make some changes. But what changes? What did I want to do with the
rest of my life?
ad on the drugstore bulletin board changed everything:
Small Town looking for a few good men and women!
Must have a crime free background,
Must work well with others,
Must be able to physically undergo the rigors of the
Must be able to complete what you start.
Must be 21 years old but you’re
never too old.
Academy begins August 15.
Six months away, never too old! This was for me. I could
actually picture myself in a police uniform. I had always looked good in navy.