Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments
that take our breath away"
After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for Social
Security.
The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver's license to verify my
age.
I looked in my pockets and realized I had left my wallet at home. I told the
woman that I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and come back later
The woman said, "Unbutton your shirt."So I opened my shirt revealing my
curly silver hair.
She said, "That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me," and she
processed my Social Security application.
When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the Social
Security office.
She said, "You should have dropped your pants... you might have gotten
disability.
