In
life, we find that one of the most desirable qualities we can can find is flexibility. The ability to change with changing times, to
face adversity with the same attitude one would have in facing victory;
and to hold on to what is good, what is true and
what is real at whatever cost.
The
irony of our time is that, even though we have
made tremendous advancement in many areas, we have
regressed in our spirituality and ideals. We have
multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, brag too
much, love too
seldom, and hate too often. We party too much, we drink too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little,
drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired,
read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
In
the following story the grandfather puts it realistically
by comparing what has been and what is now. Let us discern and learn from
it.
One
evening a grandson was talking to his
grandfather about current
events. The grandson asked his grandfather what
he thought about the shootings at schools, the
computer age, and just things in general.
The Grandfather replied, "Well, let me
think a minute, I was born
before: television, penicillin, polio shots,
frozen foods, Xerox, contact lenses, Frisbees
and the pill. There
were no: credit cards, laser beams or ball-point
pens.
Man had not invented: pantyhose, air-conditioners, dishwashers, clothes dryers, and
the clothes were hung out to dry in the fresh
air and man
hadn't yet walked on the moon.
How old is Grandpa???
Your Grandmother and I got married first,
. . and then lived together. Every family had a
father and a mother.
Until I was 25, I called every man older than
me, "Sir". And after I turned 25, I
still called every man older than me,
"Sir".
We were before gay-rights, computer-dating, dual careers, daycare centers, and group
therapy.
Our lives were governed by the Ten Commandments,
by good judgment, and by common sense.
We were taught to know the difference between
right and wrong and to stand up and take
responsibility for our actions. Serving your
country was a privilege; living in this country
was a bigger privilege.
We thought fast food was what people ate during
Lent. Having a meaningful relationship meant
getting along with your cousins.
Draft dodgers were people who closed their front
doors when the evening breeze started.
Time-sharing meant time the family spent
together in the evenings and weekends, not
purchasing condominiums.
We never heard of FM radios, tape decks, CDs,
electric typewriters,
yogurt, or guys wearing earrings. We listened to
the Big Bands, Jack Benny, and the President's
speeches on our radios.
And I don't ever remember any kid blowing his
brains out listening to
Tommy Dorsey. If you saw anything with 'Made in
Japan’ on it, it was junk.
The term 'making out' referred to how you did on
your school exam. Pizza Hut, McDonald's, and
instant coffee were unheard of.
We had 5 and 10-cent stores where you could
actually buy things for 5 and 10 cents.
Ice-cream cones, phone calls, ride on a
streetcar, and a Pepsi were all a nickel.
And if you didn't want to splurge, you could
spend your nickel on enough stamps to mail 1
letter and 2 postcards.
You could buy a new Chevy Coupe for $600, . . .
but who could afford one? Too bad, because gas
was 11 cents a gallon.
In
my day: grass was
mowed,
"coke" was a cold drink,
"pot" was something your mother cooked
in and "rock
music" was your grandmother' s lullaby. "Aids" were helpers in the
Principal's office,
"chip" meant a piece of wood,
"hardware" was found in a hardware
store and "software"
wasn't even a word.
And we were the last generation to actually
believe that a lady needed a husband to have a
baby. No wonder people call us "old and
confused" and say there is a generation
gap. Our lives then was simplier but we had
higher and better values. How old do you think I am?
I bet what you have this old man in mind.........you are in
for a shock! Read on to see , scary if you think
about it and pretty sad at the same time.
This
man would be only 59 years old.
However,
with
all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.
By Tim Pedrosa
Time
is a companion that goes with us on a journey. It reminds us to cherish
each moment, because it will never come again. What we leave behind is
not as important as how we have lived.
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Tim
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