Revelation of Aging
I could not help but notice the back of his hand as he swiped his debt card in the machine, to pay for the groceries. Then I looked down at the back of my hand. The back of my hand was almost as old and wrinkled as the elderly gentleman who was in front of me buying his groceries.
Where have the years gone? I am only 55! I don’t feel 55. My biceps still bulge. I don’t have a big gut or any back problems.
Still the years have gone so quickly. All the abuse to my body and brain have left minimal scaring. It was all those around me who suffered. Many of those very same people who today will not talk to me.
Often I wish I could of have acted differently. Schooling, friends, and family I can not think of anyone who I have not any regrets in the way I treated them.
Maybe I should set out on a mission like Earl. Make a list of those I have wrong and proceed to make things right. It would take the rest of my few short years on this planet just to make that list.
Maybe I should just start treating people the way I want to be treated. Then for those who will not talk to me, I will pray for a day of reconciliation.
