The man who taught me...
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The man who taught me high school science was a runner, a jogger, in the early sixties before it was a fad. He had a heart-beat of 72 and was solid as a rock. When I was in college my parents told me he had been struck with early arthritis and was stooped and could not run. It was tragic. The next time I went home, I went to see him. To my surprise there had been a miraculous remission. He was up and around and could run again. He told me he would never take his health for granted again.
