For those of you who caught my article in Mature Living this month, we hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it. Amazingly, the story is true. The names, however, were changed to protect the innocent.
It was just another night over at the R.C. enjoying dinner with my mom. As we sat down to partake of our baked fish and rice, Bob came by and seemed interested to join us. Naturally, we extended the invitation. Now you have to understand, Bob is closer to 80 than not, he’s handsome, sharp as a tack, classy and a great dinner table companion.
When he asked what I had been reading of late, I mentioned it was a book about George Washington’s little known spy ring. It’s a phenomenal read on the six characters that were only known as “numbers” until the last century. One of them, was actually a woman of society. The secret had been so tightly kept, that details simply weren’t known until recently. Even to this day, more is being discovered and literally, uncovered. Who doesn’t love a great spy thriller!
It was then that Bob mentioned he’d “…worked in D.C”. For some reason, the way he mentioned it seemed a bit mysterious. I couldn’t resist the urge. I leaned in and teasingly asked, “So, you were a covert operative?” He quietly nodded and answered, “Yes.” I was in shock. There sitting next to me was a real life, 007…now in his retirement. Was this really happening? I wanted to ask a million questions, but I bit my tongue much to my mother’s relief and kept quiet.
My mind was whirling. His adventures had to be close to 50 years ago. Think about it. If you’ve ever seen any old espionage films, the technology those James Bond types had access to, at that period of time, was considered superior and cutting edge. But to us today, it’s almost laughable.
I couldn’t imagine what Bob’s world must have been like. Pay phones, notepads, pencils, kodak cameras and maybe a cassette recorder? That’s about it. When you consider the things men (and women) of that time period accomplished, it’s truly remarkable. We’ll never know what plots Bob uncovered or information he was privy to, but we can certainly let our imaginations run wild.
Today, Bob enjoys the luxuries of modern medical science, a cell phone and laptop, internet, cable TV and so much more. And I’m sure he can only say to himself at night, “If only I’d had access to this or that back then…” You have to wonder!
With that, it made me realize how fortunate we truly are to have at our fingertips the amazing world of technology and the electronics we enjoy today. And that is why we here at Mature Living, want to encourage you to dive in, experience and share of the wealth to which we are blessed to have access. I’m sure Bob would more than wholeheartedly agree. If that even is his real name (wink).
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I always like to remind readers that today, Memorial Day, used to be called Decoration Day. Few are aware of that in these modern times, but isn’t that because only few of us have ever been told?
It may come as a surprise to some, however, Memorial Day used to be a special time set aside for Americans to visit the cemeteries. While there, they would decorate the graves of those who had given their lives in service to this country.
My grandmother and my mother shared that information with me when I was a little girl, so I am fortunate to have known that historic tidbit. But there’s a reason for that too.
You see, Memorial Day used to be celebrated only on May 30, and as that is my date of birth, each year my grandmother or mother would remind me of the holiday and it’s meaning. Which of course I loved.
They would always say, “You were born on Traditional Memorial Day.”
Apparently, as the story goes, the powers that be decided Memorial Day should officially become the last Monday in May so that federal folks could have a 3-day holiday. The rest of us have come to enjoy it too! And now, all of us know the rest of the story (Paul Harvey).
Just my thoughts as we remember, and too, as we bring this 3-day weekend to a close.
Ecclesiastes 3:8 ESV
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace.
Have you ever noticed that Joseph (the one we read about in the book of Genesis), you know the one who was actually sold into slavery by his own brothers?! Yep, that one. If you know the story, after he ended up in Egypt, he was thrown into prison. But, after a few detours, he became second in command to none but Pharaoh. Not only complete vindication, but absolute freedom and power.
We’ve all heard about the sufferings of Job, too. Yet how many of us recall that “after” the episode of his sufferings was over, he was not only blessed by 10 fold, in each area of his life, he lived another 140 years—giving him time to enjoy it all!
I had to think, first of all, my family has never attempted to sell me as a slave, for which I am grateful, and too, I’ve never had boils. I will say, I’ve had my share of pain and suffering in this life and it’s never something I welcome or enjoy, or handle that well, it I’m honest. But there is always an “after” party of sorts.
In life, we do suffer. This is a very fallen world. But it’s not permanent. The suffering isn’t forever, and in truth, neither is this earth. I guess that’s why it’s so important that we try to “get it right” during the short time we’re given down here. Why? Because “up there” will be for a very, very long time. That place will definitely be an “after party”. Free of hurt, agony and more. I welcome that destination. Don’t you?
In the meantime, when bad things come my way, I will do my best to remember, I don’t have it as bad as Joseph or Job…it may not be great…but it’s good. And if I’m patient, I’ll get an invitation to that after party—sooner or later.
– Just my thoughts
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