My father, bli ayin harah, is all spunk. When he was seventy years old (eighteen years ago), we went through a harrowing experience, as we watched his health suddenly go down, culminating with a succesful triple by-pass surgery. The first time I spoke to him after the surgery, he got on the phone, and weakly said “hello?”
Full of emotion at hearing his voice again, I said “How are you feeling?”
He weakly answered, “the doctor said I have a heart now like a baby”.
Again, overcome with emotion, I said “Baruch Hashem, Biz hundred un tzvontzig!”
To which he ROBUSTLY replied “The doctor just gave me until 140 – ALREADY you’re cutting off 20 years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”