"You should read this, not me. I'll be 87 years old next month, you still have a chance."
We both smiled. Then she reached over and slugged me in the arm. Hard. I looked after she left and the skin was red. She took a few steps away from me.
I said, "It's never too late."
She turned around and frowned while rolling her eyes.
She taught me two things. Too late happens all the time. It does, if you think that it's never too late, you're fooling yourself. The other thing is that if you're 87 years old you can punch anyone you want. If you think someone isn't really listening to you, you can even use it as punctuation on the end of your sentence.