Just heard from my son.
Safe arrival from TG trip
to see my daughter and
nephew. Sooooo would
have liked to have been
there, but were concerned
about hauling the travel
trailer in snowy weather.
One of the things I recall
'bout being younger is that
"no fear factor" as I tend
to think about it. I well
remember teaching all day,
night classes as well, and
then crawling into the car
for a four-hour trip to see
my dad. No could do it now.
It occurs to me that youth
are blest with fearlessness
and oldsters with wisdom.
Think I prefer the latter,
but do wonder why. Is it
that in our youth we didn't
fear death and now that
we're old, we do? Or is it
that we're simply holding
onto life with everything
we've got because we've
learned to love it so much?
Thoughts to ponder and
here's hoping I've a few
more years in me to think
about things!
Like I said, here's hoping . . .