Life is a precious gift from God, examine it carefully, shake it a little, unwrap it slowly, take it out of the box and enjoy it for as long as you can. Don’t ever take it for granted. In the wink of an eye, river of time flows by…. J S
Today is my birthday! My first as a retiree. 62 years old! Funny, I don’t feel a day over 60! I’m sitting here this morning sipping my coffee thinking about this past year. God it blew by so damn fast! Seems like just a few months ago I was celebrating my 61st B-Day. Can 12 months have really blown by already? Where did it go? Where the hell did they all go? It’s hard to believe that it’s been 62 years since Dr. Mulford swatted me on the ass and brought me kicking and screaming into the real world. For a long time it seems life continued swatting me on the ass. Nearly every time I’d find some solace or peace of mind on my life journey someone or something always managed to mess it up! Hell, who am I trying to kid, most times I managed to screw things up pretty well on my own. Fortunately I eventually began to learn from my mistakes and was able to turn things around. Oh I still manage to screw things up every now and then, but nothing like in my younger years.
Birthdays can really be a time for reflection. I’m at the point in my life now where I’d rather not think about birthdays or the passage of time. I’d prefer to simply treat a birthday as just another day, another brick in the wall. I was told by someone a few years ago that reaching my sixties was a milestone. I don’t think so. Retiring this past year, now that’s a milestone. Our 40th anniversary coming up in November is a milestone, but reaching my sixties is no damn milestone, all it does is gets me that much closer to a headstone! Now I don’t mean to be so morose, but it is true.
Yeah, I’m sitting here this morning thinking about all the life God has allowed me to live, all the wonders He’s allowed me to experience and all the graces He’s bestowed upon me, my wife, my kids and grandkids, my health, our home and some truly, incredible friendships, some dating back to my childhood. I’m also thinking about the obstacles He’s occasionally placed in my path and realize they were just a way to test my resolve, just part of the trip. All in all, my 62 years have truly been blessed. I’ll have to wait and see what future plans He has for me and simply live one day at a time. Yes, it’s really been a good life… Thank you Lord.
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Excerpt from birthday posts past
When I was young I never dreamed I’d ever live to be this old. By the time I was nineteen I was pretty well convinced that I wouldn’t live to see 30. Even after I got married I used to tell my wife I’d never live to be 30. I suppose it may have come from that whole 1950’s rebellious youth thing, you know the “live fast, love hard, die young” mystique made famous by James Dean, Sal Mineo and Marlon Brando in movies like ‘Rebel Without a Cause’, ‘The Wild Ones’, and ‘Blackboard Jungle’. Add to that all those mindless, fun fun, fun, party hardy, Beach Party surfer films of the early 60’s in which nobody ever worked and were forever on the beach. Their message came through loud and clear “to hell with values, morals and ethics, life’s a wave ride it hard and fast until you wipe out!”
The biker movies of the 60’s, introduced me to the counterculture in America, films like ‘Hell’s Angel’s on Wheels,’ ‘The Wild Angels’ and of course ‘Easy Rider’. These biker films and several others revealed a subculture whose values and norms were in direct opposition to the mainstream. And just what did these wild ones want? What change did they seek? I think that can best be said by the main character “Heavenly Blue”(Peter Fonda) in ‘The Wild Angels’ when he spoke at a fellow bikers burial.
“We want to be free! We want to be free to do what we want to do! We want to be free to ride. And we want to be free to ride our machines without being hassled by The Man And we want to get loaded. And we want to have a good time! And that’s what we’re gonna do. We’re gonna have a good time. We’re gonna have a party!”
Could the biker “free to party, free to ride” philosophy have been influential on my “death premonition? definitely, just as the music of the period and films and news coverage about the hippie movement and lifestyle did as well. Hell I was young, angry and bored, not to mention easily influenced, fresh out of high school, trying to find myself. Now I’m not saying I did anything illegal or super dangerous, but I’m not going to say I didn’t. I plead the 5th. I do admit I pushed the limits and bent the lines at times, but I was just following the advice of Steppenwolf’s ‘Born to be Wild’, when they sang,“Looking for adventure in whatever comes my way!”
Well God sure pulled a fast one on me! 30 came and went and here I am at 61. I never would of thunk it. 61 years of living, the majority of it pretty damn sweet! The good times more than make up for the bad times. My health is relatively good. Oh I’ve got a couple of ailments, but my doctor helps me keep them in check. I’ve got some aches and pains but who doesn’t? I hear my thirty something children making old people noises so I don’t feel so bad, I just make them more often. Life is good…