DY: In Just a Few Words (#131)
Happy Birthday to me!
My phone rang off the hook yesterday. My emails and texts blew up all afternoon. Where was my blog? Was I okay?
Yes, I am okay. And, yes, I purposely waited an extra day to release this week’s blog.
Why, you ask?
Today is a special day. It’s my 84th birthday. 84! Who’d have thunk it?
For a long time, I did what I could to keep my age a secret - especially from prospective clients. As I sped past 79 and into my 80s I kept thinking who would want to do business with anyone as old as that? Time has passed this guy by. He’s yesterday’s news.
I have begun to see the world through a different lens. Somebody 84 has compiled a lot (I mean a mountain) of experience. Perhaps that’s valuable to somebody else. Maybe it’s worth passing that on.
I have also become a big fan of chatting with younger people. They can tell me about their new world and encourage me to understand it (not always easy, but well worth hearing and trying). I can tell them about ancient times and perhaps - just perhaps - they can pick up something valuable from that. No, I don’t understand AI or the Metaverse. But, I should at least give it a try. And, for their part, maybe it would be helpful to them if they got a firmer grasp on concepts surrounding loyalty and hard work.
So, I’m done hiding my age. There's a TV commercial running right now where a clearly mature woman says, Age is just a number and mine’s unlisted. Well, mine is listed for all the world to see.
When I was a mere lad of 83, people would sometimes tell me I didn’t look 83 or ask if I felt 83. How do you answer that? What is 83 supposed to look like and how is it supposed to feel? Now at 84, I would have to guess I look one day older than yesterday, but perhaps I am also one day wiser.
Songwriter Merle Travis put it this way:
Some people say a man is made outta mud
A poor man's made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong
You load 16 tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
St. Peter, don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
I share the joy and abundance of 84 with all my readers. I am happy. I have a wonderful family. I am appreciative. I am grateful. And, I am very much looking forward to 85.
Look out world, here I come.
DY: In Just a Few Words is a blog that comes out when something needs to be said or every Tuesday - whichever comes first. Davis Young is a communications professional who adds 50+ years of experience and perspective to issues of the day. His emphasis in DY: In Just a Few Words will be humor (a touch of sarcasm here, a pinch of facetiousness there...). Once in a while, he will touch on something a bit more serious - but hopefully not too deep or depressing.
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