When I was fifteen years old, the furthest thing from my mind was what my life would be like at seventy. I thought I would go to college and study engineering. I wanted to build roads and bridges, perhaps because I-70 was under construction just north of town. I took a course in biology, but my only real interest in that class was the girl with whom I shared a lab table. I liked history, and I was studying German. The thread there was Dad’s service during WWII and the fact that Ellis County had been settled by “Volga” Germans. If there was a science of
I didn’t really enjoy my teen years in the classroom, but that’s a tale for another time. The lessons that were most valuable to me later in life were taught by my
Do I write like I’m getting old? Probably, but my papered wandering has a purpose, and that purpose is to expose some acquired wisdom that hasn’t quite organized itself. I want you to see and appreciate that life teaches. Life teaches. Beneath the weight of time – and among the many seemingly unimportant details of their lives – old people know things that matter. Pay close attention to their stories. You might learn something. Until next week,
PATIENCE, DISCIPLINE, and CONFIDENCE in the FUTURE!