Every few days I stop by my neighbor’s house to drop off my recyclables. Mrs. Young collects cans and bottles from everywhere, does the returns and donates the money to charity. For years and years (and years) she’s been giving back to our community, including being named Volunteer of the Year (pictured below with Norwalk’s Mayor Moccia).

When I dropped off a bag of empty soda bottles yesterday Mrs. Young was sweeping her garage. She told me, “Today’s my birthday. I’m 98.”

Now, I knew she was getting up there, but this had me in total awe. She lives in and maintains her own home, drives regularly and is frequently tending her garden. Last week she brought over a bag of the freshest, most aromatic basil you could ask for. She has occasionally given me her children’s contact information when she’s on her way to Italy. Should I notice anything unusual at her house, I’ve got their numbers to alert them.

You may be wondering why I mention Mrs. Young. Inspiration. I look at her, her vitality, independent spirit, get-down-to-business attitude and think, “I’m young!” Each year the birthday number gets higher. Mrs. Young reminds me that I can still have a 30-40 year plan, and that makes me happy.