This is what happens when you are committed to taking in a daily dose of the old TV show The West Wing. Something happened on the show [SPOILERS!] that shook me to my core.
I'm not talking about the plot point in which the Leo McGarry character above, played by John Spencer, dies suddenly of a heart attack, because I did remember that from the original series. I remember it as very jarring, but the actor died suddenly from a heart attack while they were wrapping up the series.
The really shocking thing that struck me his time around was that someone remarked during the TV funeral that John Spencer's character, above, was 57.
I am 57. I thought, come on, I'm supposed to believe that the guy above is 57? He's in his seventies. He is old and wise. Then I started thinking, well, they must have had a man in his seventies play a man in his fifties so he'd have sufficient gravitas.
Nope. That actor had a massive heart attack and died at 58. I thought, selfishly, as you do when confronted with mortality, "I am too young to worry about heart attacks." Simultaneously, I also thought, "Wait, people my age are expected to be White House Chief of Staff? Am I supposed to have shaped world events by now?"
President Obama's 58 right now. Real people my age actually have stepped up and changed history. I feel very inadequate.