Newspaper article St Louis Post-Dispatch (MO)

A Reflection on Nine Decades

Newspaper article St Louis Post-Dispatch (MO)

A Reflection on Nine Decades

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My doctors tell me I have a pancreatic tumor. My dear wife noticed a yellowish tint to my skin, which grew more yellow each day. Our family doctor rushed me to the hospital where the diagnosis was made. I am now home for rest while family and doctors decide about treatments.

News such as this changes all priorities, and I am pleasantly surprised to feel a deep inner peace such as I have not felt anytime after my 90th birthday - a grace period perhaps to write this brief scoring of my almost 92 years of the good life.

Foremost is a new, wonderfully clear awareness of miraculous mind and body processes operating within us every second of life - marvelous systems that most of us take for granted especially during younger years. Throughout my long and successful business career, my family enjoyed all the conventional things common to what was then a very large middle-class in America. We lived in a pleasant suburb of Philadelphia where most families owned a comfortable single-family home with an autom obile, a garage and nice yards where adults and children enjoyed seasonal outdoor fun. The husbands went to work, and the wives took care of the children and the home. During this time, I do remember being bothered once in a while when a business associate or acquaintance made a successful leap to stardom. Why not me, I asked myself? I often blamed others, but in my old age I know the fault was mine alone. I was missing something within myself: I did not have locked in the correct focus of the mind. The truth became obvious to me after years of observing my son through his long difficult years to reach his childhood goal of becoming a medical doctor. Early on, he set the lens of his mind to a perfect focus upon his goal, and he has maintained that focus without a break in continuity to this day. Looking back, I am not sure if my life overall and that of my family would have been better had I established such a proper focus at an early age. I think I had more fun through the first half of my life than my son had but, then, different people have different opinions of what is fun. My son might say his work at the hospital gave him satisfaction more valued than my fun. …

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