Getting Old

Apr 13, 2016 by

I have always been fascinated by time. Time is one of the few things that have been equally allocated to all people. Everyone has 24 hours in a day to use as they can or desire. Money or power won’t add one minute to the day. The important thing about time is that you not waste it. No one knows the time that is allotted to them. Of course, the perceived value of time differs depending on where you are in your timeline. The young have a different awareness of time and its finite number than do the elderly.

When I was young, time was not on my mind. The future seemed endless. Death seemed something that was not applicable to me. I felt no pressing need to spend my time wisely. Now, at age 67 time has a new urgency to it. I am all to aware that my allotted portion on this earth is running out. The value of my time has become very important to me. Everything I contemplate has to take time into account now. The inevitability of death has become very clear.

I do not fear death, but I do fear wasting what time I have left to me. I have given up many things that were once deemed of value in my life as I now weigh whether what time I have left would be better spend on something else. Is this a good thing to do? I’m not sure. I just know that I value some things now that as a younger me I would not have valued so much. People always say things like if I had know I would have lived this long I would have done things differently. Is that really true? Is that a consequence of not valuing time as much when we were young?  So many questions.

It has been said that old people are really young people trapped in an old body. There is some truth to that I think. I know that mentally I never really thought of myself as old until I reached about 60. Now, when I look in the mirror, the person that is looking back is not the person I think I am. It is a stranger, an unwelcome one. The wrinkled skin, thinned hair, pudgy face belong to my Grandparents, not me. I look at photos of me in my youth and I think, where did he go? Why isn’t that what I see in the mirror in the morning?

But getting old is part of life and the most you can do is fight it is by doing all the things you can to stay young physically and mentally. But eventually, time wins out. You suddenly realize that you are the old man you never thought you would be. But it’s really not that bad a thing now is it? I mean, the alternative is even less desirable. Well, that is enough mental wandering for one day. I hope you all have a Blessed day. And don’t forget to spend your time wisely. It is your most valuable commodity.

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Finding God

May 19, 2010 by

Subject: Father John Powell

Father John Powell, a professor at Loyola  University in  Chicago, writes about a student in his Theology of Faith class named Tommy.

Some twelve years ago, I stood watching my university students file into the classroom for our first session in the Theology of Faith. That was the day I first saw Tommy.  My eyes and my mind both blinked. He was combing  his long flaxen hair, which hung six inches  below his  shoulders. It was the first time I had ever seen a  boy with hair that long. I guess it was just coming  into fashion then. I know in my mind that it isn’t what’s on your head but what’s in it that counts;  but on that day I was unprepared and my emotions flipped. I immediately filed Tommy under “S”  for strange… very strange.

Tommy turned out to be the “atheist in residence” in my Theology of Faith course.  He constantly objected to, smirked at, or whined about the  possibility of an unconditionally loving Father/God.  We lived with each other in relative peace for one  semester, although I admit he was for me at times  a serious pain in the back pew.  When he came up at the end of  the course to turn in his final exam, he asked in  a cynical tone, “Do  you think I’ll ever find God?”

I decided instantly on a little shock therapy. “No!” I said very emphatically.

“Why not,” he responded, “I thought  that was the product  you were pushing.”  I let him get five steps from the classroom door and then called  out, “Tommy! I don’t  think you’ll ever find Him, but I am absolutely certain that He  will find you!” He shrugged a little and left my class. I felt slightly disappointed at the thought that he had missed my clever line – He will find you!  At least I thought it was clever.

Later, I heard that Tommy had graduated, and I was duly grateful.  Then a sad report came. I heard that Tommy had terminal cancer. Before I could  search him out, he came to see me. When he walked into my office, his body was very badly wasted and the long hair had all fallen out as a result of chemotherapy.  But his eyes were bright and his  voice was firm, for the first time, I believe.

“Tommy, I’ve thought about you so often; I hear you are sick,” I blurted out. “Oh, yes,  very sick. I have cancer in both lungs. It’s a  matter of weeks.”  Tommy replied.

“Can you talk about it, Tom?” I asked. “Sure, what would you like to know?” he  replied.

“What’s it like to be only twenty-four and dying?”

“Well, it could be worse.”

“Like what?”

“Well, like being fifty and having no values or ideals,  like being fifty and thinking that booze, seducing women, and making money are the real biggies in life..”

I began to look through my mental file cabinet under “S” where I had filed Tommy as strange.  It seems as though everybody I try to reject by  classification, God sends back into my life to educate me.

“But what I really came to see you about,” Tommy  said,  “is something you said to me on the last day of class.”  (He remembered!)

He continued, “I asked you if you thought I would  ever find God and you said, ‘No!’ which surprised me.  Then you said, ‘But He will find  you.’ I  thought about that a lot, even though my search for God was hardly intense at that time. (My clever  line. He thought about that a lot!).

“But when the doctors removed a lump from my groin and  told me that it was malignant, that’s when I got serious about locating God. And when the malignancy  spread into my vital organs, I really began banging bloody fists against the bronze doors of heaven. But God did not come out. In fact, nothing happened. Did you ever try anything for a long time with great effort and with no success? You get psychologically glutted, fed up with trying. And then you  quit….. Well, one day I woke up, and instead of throwing a few more futile appeals over that high brick wall to a God who may be or may not be there, I just quit.  I decided  that I didn’t really care about God, about an after life, or anything like that. I decided to spend what time I had left doing something more profitable.

I thought about you and your class and I remembered something else you had said: “The essential sadness is to go through life without loving.  But it would be almost equally sad to go through life and leave this world without ever telling  those you loved that you had loved them.”

So, I began with the hardest one, my Dad. He was reading the newspaper when I approached him. “Dad.” “Yes, what?” he asked without lowering the newspaper. “Dad, I would like to talk with you.”

“Well, talk.” “I mean.  It’s really important.” The newspaper came down three slow inches. “What  is it?”

“Dad, I love you, I just wanted you to know that.” Tommy smiled at me and said it with obvious satisfaction, as though he felt a warm and secret joy flowing inside of him. “The newspaper fluttered to the floor. Then my father did two things I could never remember him ever doing before.  He cried and he hugged me. We talked all night, even though he had to go to work the next morning. It felt so good to be close to my father, to see his tears, to feel his hug, to hear him say that he loved me.”

“It was easier with my mother and little brother. They  cried with me, too, and we hugged each other, and started saying real nice things to each other.  We shared the things we had been keeping   secret for so  many years.

I was only sorry about one thing – that I had waited so  long.  Here I was, just beginning to open up to all the people I had actually been close to.”  Then, one day I turned around and God was there. He didn’t come to me when I pleaded with Him. I guess I was like an animal trainer holding out a hoop, “C’mon, jump through.  C’mon, I’ll give you three days,  three weeks.”

“Apparently God does things in His own way and at His own hour.  But the important thing is that He was there.  He found me!  You were right…..He found me even after I stopped looking for Him.”

“Tommy,” I practically gasped, “I think you are saying something very important and much more universal than you realize.  To me, at least, you are saying that the surest way to find God is not to make Him a private  possession, a problem solver, or an instant  consolation in time of  need, but rather by opening to love.  You know, the Apostle John said that.  He said: “God is love, and anyone who lives in love is living with God and God is living in Him.”

“Tommy, could I ask you a favor? You know, when I had you in class you were a real pain.  But (laughingly) you can make it all up to me now.  Would you come into my present Theology of Faith course and tell them what you have just told me?  If I told them the  same thing it wouldn’t be half as effective as if you were to tell  it.” “Oooh.. I was ready for you, but I don’t know if I’m ready for your class.” “Tommy, think about it. If and when you are ready, give  me a call.”

In a few days Tommy called, said he was ready for the class, that he wanted to do that for God and for me.  So we scheduled a date. However, he never made it. He had another appointment, far more important than the one with me and my class. Of course, his life was not really ended by his death, only changed. He made the great step from faith into vision. He found a life far more beautiful than the eye of man has ever seen or the ear of man has ever heard or the mind of  man has ever imagined.

Before he died, we talked one last time.

“I’m not going to make it to your class,” he said. “I know, Tommy.” “Will you tell them for me? Will you tell the whole world for me?” “I will, Tommy. I’ll tell them.  I’ll do  my best.” So, to all of you who have been kind enough to read this simple story about God’s love, thank you for listening.  And to you, Tommy, somewhere in the sunlit, verdant hills  of heaven – I told them, Tommy, as best I could.

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Hope to be back blogging soon.

May 24, 2009 by

I have not written much since my Mother died unexpectedly May 2nd. Her funeral service was yesterday. I hope to be back to posting soon.

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Heath Ledger Overdose Death Accidental?

Feb 6, 2008 by

I read with utter amazement the New York City medical examiner’s report of the “accidental” overdose death of actor Heath Ledger. The medical examiner’s office reported the cause of death as “acute intoxication by the combined effects of oxycondone, hydrocodone, diazepam, temazepam, alprazolam and doxylamine.” Holy shit, what the hell was Heath Ledger thinking when he decided he needed two pain killers, two anti-anxiety drugs and two types of sleeping pills? I just cannot understand how any rationale person could be taking so many types of prescription drugs. I mean this was a healthy 28 year old man. I don’t think he had any serious medical problems. Why would he be taking so many drugs at one time? But the bigger question is what doctor would prescribe such a mix of medicine to someone in the first place. There is no way anyone could safely take so many dangerous medications on a given day. Maybe Mr Ledger was doctor shopping and went to more than one doctor to get so many prescriptions for drugs he probably didn’t need. He also must have had to have gone to more than one pharmacy to have the prescriptions filled. No reputable pharmacist would have filled all those prescriptions without asking a lot of questions. It may also have been possible that he was using drugs that someone else had obtained for him. The bottom line is that he must have known that it was extremely dangerous and unwise to have taken so many drugs at one time. With all that being said, I don’t see how the cause of death could be termed accidental. It was no more accidental than if someone deliberately played Russian Roulette, because that is exactly what Heath Ledger did, with tragic consequences for himself, friends and family and fans. So very sad and so very needless.

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Enjoy that next cigarette !

Dec 2, 2007 by

This video show the effects on your lungs from smoking 2 cartons of cigarettes. Enjoy !

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