After my last post, this photo caught my eye.
Everyone who has ventured into a river with waders on has gotten dunked, even when we were young and lithe. As I get older, though, I find that I'm not the wader I used to be. I've wondered sometimes what it would be like to no longer be able to wade a river.
Kudos to this gentleman, who demonstrates again that what we are able to accomplish will always have more to do with what's on the inside than what's on the outside.