A Retrospective

In my 73 years some of life’s lessons were difficult for me to accept and take to heart. Many have been subtle and not obvious at the time, but have worked their way into my subconscious. A few of these life’s lessons have had a well placed and planted proverbial foot to garner my attention. Some of the more prominent wake up calls are as follows;

My eye sight is now failing somewhat and it has caused me to see things more clearly.

As for my hearing, well, it has failed in my one ear and that has taught me to listen more closely to others

Surgery of my lower back has facilitated working smarter not harder.

The spring in my step, yea, you guessed it, has sprung. That which has slowed me down, but has never stopped me.

The ‘Golden Years’ do suck a little, but there are a few things, just a few mind you, that have worked out pretty darn good.

Now, looking back , low the many years, to my high school time, there was advice given at which I would always laugh. After two heart attacks, I’ve come to take that advice given by Alfred A. Newman, “What, me worry.” My trigger initiation point for anger has lowered quite substantially in these subsequent years. I now give individuals much greater latitude when dealing with them, thereby lowering the blood pressure of us both.

So, growing older is not yet fatal, and along the way I’ve learned a few things. I’ve been enlightened to clean up my usage of the four-letter word utterances. My substitute words number but two. They are ‘please’ and ‘thank you.’