A conversation between a mother and her teenage son at the register at work today:
The boy said, "I know exactly what I want for my 101st birthday."
Mother: "If I'm alive, I'll get it for you."
He looked startled at the thought she might not be around.
"It's not out of the question," I offered.
The mother smiled at that. "I suppose not."
"I plan to live to be over three hundred," the boy said.
"People don't live that long," she said.
I had to wonder, though. Medicine is advancing at a rapid pace, though to us old people and to people with serious or terminal illnesses, it's not moving fast enough. This kid is only in his mid-teens.
What will we discover in ten years? Twenty?
What will our life expectancies be in a hundred years?
Dream on, boys. The world is always changing.