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Amnesia

dictionary with letter A

Amnesia: (n) a partial or total loss of memory.

It is the sin of humanity.

How quickly we forget what it was like to be who we just were.

So the eight-year-old laughs at his baby brother, who needs a pacifier.

The teenager is critical of why her little punk sister plays with Barbie dolls.

The twenty-three-year-old, starting a new job, is baffled at why all the high schoolers are so worked up about the prom.

The thirty-five-year-old business man/father is perturbed at the lack of solvency and forethought in those twenty somethings.

The fifty-year-old, working on his career and retirement plan, cannot comprehend how younger generation gets by without worrying about an IRA.

And everybody over seventy completely forgets what it was like to be younger, as they convince themselves that life consists of finding good prices on meds, staying active and eating a healthy, early dinner.

Yes, the greatest gift we give to one another is remembering what it was like.

Without this we are not an asset.

Just an ass.

 

 

 

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Active

Words from Dic(tionary)

by J. R. Practix

dictionary with letter AActive: (adj.) 1.of a person engaging or ready to engage in physically energetic pursuits 2. working; operative: e.g. the mill was active until 1970

I was so glad s I thought of it.

About nine months ago my knees started bothering me.

I have mistreated them profusely, being very active with my large frame–lifting, traveling, playing tennis and all sorts of physical exertions which my knees never actually signed on for.

When I realized I was no longer going to be able to run and goof around on them anymore without having a surgeon go in to rip my legs apart, disabling me for months, I was glad I saw the young man in Washington, D.C. who served as a courier between the Capitol and the White House. It was his job to get messages written on paper transferred as quickly as possible from one place to another. You know how he decided to do it?

Roller blades.

It was a magnificent sight. Even though he was completely young and healthy, he still realized that walking and running were insufficient to the need, and would result in exhaustion at the end of the day. So he glided along on his wheels, weaving in and out of foot traffic, cruising to his destination.

And it looked like he was having the time of his life, while performing a meaningful duty.

Wheels.

  • They made his life possible.
  • They made his life easier.
  • They allowed him to do his job well.

So my desire to be active, even though my knees have chosen retirement,  was made possible because of the vision of that young Mercury, zooming through the avenues of our nation’s Capital, came to my mind. Therefore I wasn’t nearly as frightened about getting some wheels of my own when I needed to get somewhere quickly.

I haven’t given up on walking. I’ve just given up on being stubborn.

If wheels will get me to where I can deliver the message that needs to be heard, then thank God for remaining active.

And by the way, thank God for the cave man … who discovered the miracle.