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It's all relative, I suppose. To be fair, I had a cosy sheltered upbringing and (so far at least, and apart from ill-health) a perfectly nice adult life. For those who are made the victim of crime or heartbreak or whatever, I realise life can be made truly awful; I work in a community centre, and I can't begin to imagine how I would deal with some of the things that people have gone through. It was working where I do now that made me realise just how cosy a life I've had. Not desperately wealthy or anything, just cosy and pleasant.
But to return to the older age thing, I have a good few friends in their 50's and 60's who are exactly the kind of people that stop you from being scared of aging.
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