As we were bowing in one night last week somehow we got on the subject of death. I am the oldest current member of the dojo and while my health is good, being 55 means you know the crest of the hill is behind you. And it isn't just death, if you live long enough aging takes your strength, your abilities, and your stamina. Something is coming. I do not know what it might be, but inevitably, whether I know it at the time or not, there will be a last class.
That makes every class a gift.