this old man

There was this old man who came to the gym at the same time every morning. His son dropped him off. He would ride the recumbent bike and lift some weights. When I finished my yoga podcast, I would engage in casual conversation with him. He would always marvel at my balance and told me that he too, worked on his balance because at his age, falling down was a concern. I know that he was 92 years old, a Korean War Veteran and that he liked dancing. Most of the time, we would talk about the same thing, but it didn’t matter much to me. I haven’t seen the old man in several months. I don’t even know his name. I wonder if he is ok.