Oct. 1st 2017, eight years have come and gone, eight years of retirement.
I was one of those who were downsized, laid off, let go, from the down turn in the construction world. I had a small pension and decided it was the time to get out and stay out. Because my pension was funded by me and not the company I could also draw unemployment during this time.
I was 59 years old, fast forward a year and a half and I started receiving my second small pension from 20 years in the National Guard. This as well gave me health care and I now no longer was paying almost 800 dollars a month out of my retirement.
Fast forward another two years and I took my SS. A year before that I took a part time job at the local hardware and life was good.
Now Oct. first- eight years into this retirement gig and I no longer work at the hardware, I am a grandfather on call, a help were I can and life is not good, it is great.
I am 65 and a half, if asked I still do not know what I want to be when I grow up, maybe I will just not grow up.
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