Douglas Warner
ON MY 80TH BIRTHDAY,
A Salute
To the Robert E. Lee High School
CLASS OF 1961
Strange, I do not feel as old as they tell me I am; I do not feel eighty, until I look into a mirror. In my mind, my touch, taste, smell, sight and hearing still functions adequately (though hearing has lost range). Yet, deep down, when I move, I know that time is relentless.
The records show that our class of 1961 is diminishing. Approximately half the class has passed-on or is missing in action. All of us still living have passed the age of “expected life” and have moved into the 13th hour of existence.
We have lived, loved and made our significant contributions to society. If you look at our accomplishments you will find physicians, nurses, dentists, technicians, entrepreneurs, engineers, accountants, attorneys, inspectors, distributors, ranchers, researchers, analysts, pastors, builders, editors, bankers, brokers, retailers, professors, teachers, deans, principals, presidents and chancellors.
The Class of 1961 has kept its pledge. We have outlived our alma mater and find no disgrace in the name we proudly wore in the years that built our character. The Class of 1961 has served its country and has contributed to the betterment of mankind.
Thus, this eighty year old man ends his catharses with this: I salute the Class of 1961 and express my deep appreciation for the influence you had on my life.
Now, in order that our life experiences not go unnoticed, I propose we share our learned views of life. Oh, I know, no one will listen to our ramblings (fool will not heed and the wise don’t need it), but perhaps it will be thought provoking to express a few:
Experience has taught me that many presumed truths are but precarious assumptions.
History is but slanted “cherry picking” of events.
I have realized that politics and religion often hide dangerous dogmas and prejudices.
Money is necessary for survival, but it cannot solve the more important problems of life, and the gift of wealth does not improve the character of a person.
I have come to realize that time is, indeed, relative. Some days are longer than others, especially those filled with pain or grief.
I have learned that complements come and go, but critics accumulate.
While change is inevitable, no one likes change unless it was their idea.
Life is messy, but every once in a while unselfish love restarts hope.
In life, forgiveness trumps revenge, kindness trumps rude, and temperance trumps indulgences.
The prime directive of God is sacrificial love, all else is commentary.
The true meaning of love is not about emotion, but behavior.
NOW, WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS OR COMMENTS…
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