Well, thank God that at 78, I have no need of a cane, however I have used a walking stick when I had to deal with a nasty rooster. A few years ago we bought a cane for my wife or me, it's a SHTF cane that carries a million volts to one end and if it's pushed against a bad guys chest and they go to grab it, they will have a problem. Just pushing the button will wake people up with the voltage arcing and loud snapping. We've never seen anyone else with anything like it. I had a wake up call in 2018 with a bout with congestive heart failure, after getting better in 2019 I built a frame for the eight solar panels we had, I couldn't believe how heavy the 90 pound sacks of Redimix were, it didn't seem all that many years ago I had hauled many 94 pound sacks of cement up to the top of our property to build our 1,100 gallon cistern, yeah, getting old is not for the weak willed, but even then when I look back at all that I had done, I wonder how I was able to do it all. A few?, years ago I dug an over 400 foot ditch to bury 1" schedule 40 PVC pipe up to our spring collector box and because the water table had dropped I had to lower the collector box 14 inches deeper, I had to use a come - along to drag the box out of the ground, this is a box I made many years ago out of concrete that weighed over 1,000 pounds, in looking back over those years I wonder how I was able to horse that box in place, it even got half way in the hole upside down before I got it right, I have a real hard time believing that a 170 pound weakling could do all that, but I did and it was just me, I had no help, but if I had to do all that now, I'd need all the help I could get, I am but a shadow of what I used to be and in some ways, it doesn't feel all that good, but I've come to accept it, however there are times my wife seems to thinks that I'm still able to do all the things she wants done, come on, give me a break, please!