Fourty was a bad year for me. My father died of cancer in the spring of that year. A month later, my mother found out she had cancer. Two months later, I found out I had a medical problem. By birthday time in October, I had thoughts of the grim reaper. By comparison, turning 50 and 60 were a peace of cake. I am now retired and having a great time. My mind does not seen any older than it was when I was 20, but the bod is slowing down some, but not a whole lot either. I think I can still beat my son at table tennis, if I could only remember his name and phone number..... hee hee.