Old age happens whether you like it or not.

Your final years have arrived, and you must deal with it. You wish that these years had never come to you. You wish you could go back in time. You're powerless to make such wishes come true. Will you passively surrender to failing balance and strength, like a Stubborn Mule, or a Denying Ostrich, and bury your head in the sand? Or will you fight like a Raging Lion against immobility and dependence.

This is life's final battle. Is your freedom precious to you? If so, you must do something to help yourself, and you...