After the nurse took my blood pressure and left the room, I waited alone for the arrival of my physician. At my age, this particular moment of an annual physical can bring some long thoughts. What if this was the visit where my doctor said, “Well, Jeff, I’m afraid I have some bad news”? I began planning how I would tell my children and friends of my impending demise.
As I paced the small room, I stopped by the magazine rack, where there were several copies of “People” and even a “New England Journal of Medicine.” There was also a Bible. As I opened it, my finger fell on Proverbs 17:6: “Children’s children are the crown of old men; and the glory of children are their fathers.”
