My Final Will and Testament – Things – Reflection #4

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Last year at my 40th Demontreville Retreat, one of the exercises that we were given by the Retreat Master included a very challenging set of thoughts.  The worksheet for the activity was labeled as “A Testament.” I took the worksheet and instructions home with me.  It had fourteen tasks or reflections to complete.  I did not desire to complete them during the retreat.  It is now almost a year since my retreat, and I have decided to make the mental and emotional effort necessary to complete this “Testament.”

The worksheet started with these instructions:

Imagine that this is the last day of your life on earth.  In the time that you have left, you want to leave a “Testament” for your family and friends.  Each of the following could serve as chapter headings for your “Testament.”

  1. These are the Things that I have lived for.

In my first reflection, I declared that “Things” were never very important to me.  However, this reflection forced me to look at some “Things” that have mattered to me in my life.  It is hard to admit that any things were ever really important since “Things” are so trivial in many respects.  Nevertheless, it is hard to exist without a few “Things.”  Thus, what are those “Things” which have really mattered to me, and a bigger question is why?  Here are a few of my favorite things and why they matter to me.

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens

Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens

Brown paper packages tied up with strings

These are a few of my favorite things — By Julie Andrews, “My Favorite Things”

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I love rain and stormy days:  I figured the “why out years ago.  On a nice day, my father would say “Get your ass outside and go play.  It’s too nice to be inside.”  Thus, I could only engage in my favorite activity (which was curled up with a good book) when it was raining, and I did not have to go outside.  To this day, I get a thrill when a rainstorm approaches.  I can’t tell you how happy it makes me to see the rain and feel the raindrops on my head.

I love books:  I buy more books than I will ever finish in my lifetime.  I have already at  every move given hundreds of books away.  Just holding a book gives me a sense of excitement that nothing else in life does for me.  The book pulses in my hand like a living thing saying, “Read me and learn.”  “Let me tell you about a million things that you do not know.”

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I love a nap:  2 PM in the afternoon and I have nothing to do and no place to be.  I will take a nap.  I close my eyes wondering if I can really get to sleep and forty minute or so later, I wake up feeling energized and ready to continue taking on the woes of the world.  I am not sure where I get my joy of napping from.  Karen is not a napper, and I seldom can get her to take a nap with me.  It is a solo activity, but I guess it gives me a temporary respite from the trials and tribulations of everyday living.  Maybe it is just fun.

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I love food:  I have never met a food that I did not like.  One of the great joys of life is going someplace different and trying foods out that I have never eaten before.  I have eaten the local foods in all 44 countries that Karen and I have traveled to.  I will try anything though I draw the line if it is still moving.  I have eaten several unknown species of Arthropoda (Bugs) in China and Korea.  I have had rattlesnake in Texas, fresh eel in Japan and one of my favorite Italian foods, Scungilli salad whenever I get back to visit my sister in Rhode Island.

I love music:  Is music a thing?  Generative AI has the following to say about this query:

“Music is a cultural universal that is a human-created meaning, not a fact or thing in the world.  It is the arrangement of sounds to create a combination of form, harmony, melody, rhythm, or other expressive content.  However, definitions of music vary by culture and throughout history, and there is no consensus on the precise definitions of the elements that define music.”

Nice to know what AI thinks.  Not sure it settled anything though.

Moving on with my thoughts, I find music sometimes soothing as with a Strauss waltz.  Sometime exciting as with the “Toreador Song” from Carmen.  Sometimes, a song reflects how I feel about life as with Ricky Shelton’s “I am a simple man.”  Sometimes, music reflects my sense of devotion for certain things.  I am always moved by national anthems like the “Star-Spangled Banner” and the “Marseillaise.”

I love what some call “World Music.”  I can spend hours surfing the various music offerings on YouTube.  I am always amazed at how much great music never seems to find its way into the US music stations.  As with food, I have never met a music genre that I did not like.  From Baroque to Grigorian Chants, to Asian, Latin, Hip Hop, Reggae and a hundred other music genres, I can always find an artist or musical piece that I fall in love with.  In Japan, it was Enka music.  In Portugal, I was Fado music.  In Spain it was the Tango music.  I could go on and on but every place in the world contributes to the store of great music that is out there.

Well, there you have it.  A few of my favorite things.  Perhaps I should add a few.

“Cream-colored ponies and crisp apple strudels

Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles

Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings

These are a few of my favorite things.”  By Julie Andrews

Next Reflection:    

  1. These are the insights that I have gained in the school of life.

 

My Final Will and Testament – Convictions – Reflection #3

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Last year at my 40th Demontreville Retreat, one of the exercises that we were given by the Retreat Master included a very challenging set of thoughts.  The worksheet for the activity was labeled as “A Testament.” I took the worksheet and instructions home with me.  It had fourteen tasks or reflections to complete.  I did not desire to complete them during the retreat.  It is now almost a year since my retreat, and I have decided to make the mental and emotional effort necessary to complete this “Testament.”

I am going to complete one or two reflections every other day for the next few weeks.  I would love it if you would do these tasks along with me.  If you would like to share your thoughts, that would be great, but I am not expecting anyone to do so.  I would like to know if you find any benefit in completing these activities.

The worksheet started with these instructions:

Imagine that this is the last day of your life on earth.  In the time that you have left, you want to leave a “Testament” for your family and friends.  Each of the following could serve as chapter headings for your “Testament.”

  1. These are the Convictions that I have lived by.

I do not like the sound of the word Convictions.  I think I have lived by too many Convictions in my life.  There are of course two somewhat very different meanings that can be attached to this word.  Dictionary.com provides the following two definitions.  Let us look at these for a second.

  1. A formal declaration that someone is guilty of a criminal offense, made by the verdict of a jury or the decision of a judge in a court of law:  “She had a previous conviction for a similar offense”
  2. A firmly held belief or opinion:  “She takes pride in stating her political convictions”

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Regarding the definitions, one can see where a person might have some anxieties about the first association of Conviction with jail and prison.  I assure you that this is not where my anxiety comes from.  I am pretty sure it stems from the second definition.  “A firmly held belief.”  When I look back upon my life, I have had too many firmly held beliefs.  Behind my back, I know that I have been called “A know it all” many times.  I am still a very opinionated person as any of my readers can probably attest.  However, I would like to think that seldom if ever do I get into robust arguments any more with other people.  I even gave up trying to convince Trump supporters who include veterans, evangelicals, businesspeople, college graduates, relatives, and friends that Trump is a total scumbag with no morality or ethics.

I am trying hard to find any Convictions now that I am so dedicated to that I let them rule my life.  All of the great quotes, aphorisms, metaphors, analogies, theories, and ideas that I know of would fill an old encyclopedia Britannica.  But not one that I can think of would I waste five minutes defending.  I think that there are pro’s and con’s to everything in life.  For every up there is a down.  For every night, there is a day.  For every light, there is a dark.  For every right, there is a wrong.  Perhaps, Ecclesiastes comes as close to a Conviction as I want to live with today.

“For there is no lasting remembrance of the wise, just as with the fool, seeing that both will be forgotten in the days to come.  Alas, the wise man will die just like the fool!  So, I hated life, because the work that is done under the sun was grievous to me.  For everything is futile and a pursuit of the wind.” — Ecclesiastes 2

Is the above a Conviction or is it simply a belief?  Not sure it even matters.  Everything we do is blowing in the wind.

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One story I like very much was told by OSHO about a mighty king who died.  This King believed that he was the greatest King on earth and also that he was the greatest King who ever lived.  The King died and found himself in the realm of the Golden Mountains.  These mountains were higher than the Himalayans and more vast than the entire Asian continent.  Here the King met the Caretaker of the mountains.  The Caretaker gave the King a magic pen and told him that he could write his name in the mountains.  This was permitted because he was a mighty King.  A few days later the King came back to the Caretaker and complained, “I have walked for many miles through the Golden Mountains and everywhere I went to sign my name, some other person had already signed their name.  Who are all these people?”  The Caretaker replied, “These are all the other mighty Kings before you who died.”

  • Convictions are more dangerous foes of truth than lies.”
  • “Tolerance is the virtue of the man without convictions.”
  • “Men never do evil so completely and cheerfully as when they do it from religious conviction.”

I would rather live by a set of virtues and values than a set of convictions. 

Next Reflection:    

  1. These are the things that I have lived for.

 

My Final Will and Testament – Experiences – Reflection #2

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Last year at my 40th Demontreville Retreat, one of the exercises that we were given by the Retreat Master included a very challenging set of thoughts.  The worksheet for the activity was labeled as “A Testament.” I took the worksheet and instructions home with me.  It had fourteen tasks or reflections to complete.  I did not desire to complete them during the retreat.  It is now almost a year since my retreat, and I have decided to make the mental and emotional effort necessary to complete this “Testament.”

I am going to complete one or two reflections every other day for the next few weeks.  I would love it if you would do these tasks along with me.  If you would like to share your thoughts, that would be great, but I am not expecting anyone to do so.  I would like to know if you find any benefit in completing these activities.

The worksheet started with these instructions:

Imagine that this is the last day of your life on earth.  In the time that you have left, you want to leave a “Testament” for your family and friends.  Each of the following could serve as chapter headings for your “Testament.”

  1. These are the experiences that I have cherished.

Confucius said that there are three ways that we gain wisdom.  We may learn wisdom: first, by reflection, which is noblest; second, by imitation, which is easiest; and third by experience, which is the bitterest.  I think Confucius, as wise as he was, perhaps missed the mark somewhat when it comes to experience.  Many of the experiences that I can reflect on in my life have been positive.  Forgive me if I sound Pollyannish, but a good friend of mine once told me “There are no mistakes, only lessons to be learned.”  I believe the full quote is as follows.

 “There are no mistakes in life, only lessons.  There is no such thing as a negative experience, only opportunities to grow, learn and advance along the road of self-mastery.  From struggle comes strength.  Even pain can be a wonderful teacher”—  Robin Sharma

Looking back on my life, I can put my memorable experiences into three buckets.  The first is Travels and reflects the places that I have visited and lived in.  The second is Education.  This bucket contains not only the road to my degrees but more importantly the paths I have taken to gain knowledge and wisdom of the world.  My third bucket is the People that I have had experiences with.  Many a day, I think about the famous line from French philosopher Jean-Paul Sartre’s 1944 play “No Exit” that “Hell is other people.”  If there are any of my buckets with negative experiences, they are primarily in this bucket.  Conversely, my greatest experiences in life are also in this bucket.

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Travels:

Does the man make the travels or does the travels make the man?  Another one of those chicken and the egg questions.  Karen and I have been to 44 countries now.  We have also been to 49 US states, and I have been to every Canadian province.  My biggest takeaway from these travels is twofold.  First, is that every place we have gone has been unique, interesting, and beautiful.  Every place has been beautiful in its own way.

My second takeaway is that every country has taught me something about the diversity of life.  There are poor people in every country and there are rich people.  There are people who discriminate against others and there are people who are discriminated against.  No country that I have visited is free from some form of discrimination.  However, the common or average person in every country is a good person.  A person who wants to live and let live.  A person who wants to be happy and successful and is willing to work hard for it.  In many countries life is hard, but the people persevere.  Americans talk about our exceptionalism.  I have never been to a country where I did not think the people were exceptional.  My greatest learning from my travels was the realization that I need to be humble.  I learned never to think that I am special or deserving of more than my share of the universe because I am an American from the USA.

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Education:

Once upon a time, I wanted to learn everything about everything.  I thought that going to school was where my dreams would be fulfilled.  By the time, I reached the 9th grade.  I hated school.  I just wanted to be able to go to a library and read all day long.  My teachers received much of my inability to adjust to the so-called “Education System.”  To me, it was a “Dis-education system.”  A system where creative and innovative ideas were beaten out of students in favor of standardized answers on standardized tests.

By the time I got out of high school, I wanted nothing to do with education ever again.  I soon realized that I was not against education, but I was against schools and traditional classrooms.  Years later, when I was 25, exigencies of business life persuaded me to go back to get my sheepskin.

My favorite book was “The Sheepskin Psychosis” about the addiction that America was having in respect to getting a college diploma.  But I was ready to take another try on the merry go round and see if I could grab the brass ring.  I applied my military training and GI Bill and went from a BA to a B.S. to an M.S. to a Ph.D.  I used two key principles to do this.  1st. Keep my mouth shut and never disagree with any teachers.  2nd.  Hold onto my seat through rain and sleet and snow.

Today, I am the proud owner of four diplomas and the first person in my family to ever go to college. I learned most of what I know through books that were not on the approved college reading list.  I decided to read a book that was not assigned for every book that was assigned in any of my classes. The books I selected to augment my college textbooks would be ones related to the subject but where a more contrarian view on the subject was taken.  This allowed me to get a broader perspective on most subjects that I had studied.

My education has taught me the following:

  • A college degree does not make one smart.  Many idiots have a college degree
  • A college degree does not provide a moral and ethical foundation for life
  • College is just one possible steppingstone on the path to a successful life
  • Knowledge is secondary to wisdom
  • Kindness is more valuable than knowledge or any diploma
  • The wise person knows that one learns throughout life and not just when in school

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People

When I was in the retail field, I met many people who thought that their jobs would be great if there were just no customers to deal with.  We have all experienced a version of the “I think I am the customer, sorry to bother you for service” that seems endemic today.  It is true that many customers can be real pains in the butt.  I mention this because people, including friends, relatives, spouses, and strangers can all make our life more difficult at times.  However, like the customers in a retail store, we need to remember that our lives depend on these other people.

I have found that in terms of personalities people can be divided into three groups.  There are the “Things” people who will love to talk about and learn about cars, animals, technology, rockets, AI and other “Things.”  When you engage with a “Thing” person, he/she will be more interested in talking about their tractor than your recent vacation.  I generally find things very boring to talk about.  My concern with things is whether or not they work like they are supposed to.  I am not interested in the aesthetic or history of things.

Then there are the “Idea” people.  I put myself in that category.  I would rather discuss theories, hypotheses, algorithms, concepts, and knowledge than any other subject that I can think of.  Books, lectures, podcasts, TED talks, and documentaries are the source of ideas and I spend much of my life devoted to sorting through these media for new ideas that interest me.  Ideas that I think will make my life more interesting.  However, what is interesting to me is boring to the “Things” people.

Finally, there are the “Relationship” people.  You might call these the “People” people.  They can spend hours discussing friends, family, acquaintances, funerals, birthdays, weddings, and other relationship related issues.  My wife Karen and my sister Jeanine fall into this category.  You put them together and they can talk for hours (my wife says days) about grandsons, nieces, nephews, cousins and whomever they know or have a relationship with.  My conversations in this area are usually very brief.  I find little interest in knowing who or what anyone else may be doing.

About now, you may be wondering which category you belong in.  You might also be rebelling against a gross category scheme like the one that I have described.  If so, you could be thinking, “Life is more complex than this.  Sometimes I am into People, sometimes into Things and sometimes into Ideas.”  I won’t disagree with you, but I will say that in general I think we all have one preferred modality.

Well, since I am not a “Relationship” person, what do I cherish about people?  Certainly, not their inconsistencies, hypocrisies, phobias, biases, prejudices, and lack of rationale thinking.  In fact, it is the very opposite of these things that I think make people interesting.  It is the ability of people to live irrationally.  People have faith, love, and hope when any rational assessment would say they are fools.  If we were all rational beings, we would probably never fall in love and we might all yearn for a short life rather than a long life of protracted diseases and an unknown appointment with death.

Karen is a “Relationship person.”  We share very similar values, but we approach life very differently.  She is the perpetual optimist.  She will forgive and forget where I might forgive but not forget.  She loves the arts, crafts, and music elements of life.  She is a practitioner and participant of the arts while I remain an observer.  She is a kind person who trusts everyone without experience with them while I trust no one until I have known them for quite some time.

Nevertheless, my greatest joy in life is spending time with Karen and living somewhat vicariously through her experiences with People and Things that I cannot fathom.  For instance, she has just spent six days at a quilting retreat.  You could not pay me to spend six hours at such an endeavor.  She can spend days practicing for a music performance when I would not have the slightest desire to spend one hour rehearsing anything.  I have seen Karen take an hour undoing a piece of knitting that she has just been working on for three or more hours.  I shake my head wondering how she can do such a thing.  “Who would notice I think.”  Karen would have no problem identifying with Michelangelo’s comment about the Sistine Chapel:  “If people knew how hard I worked to get my mastery, it wouldn’t seem so wonderful at all.”

And that my friends is what makes life great.  The fact that there are so many different people out there and they are not just like us.  Imagine a world where everyone was your clone?  That would surely be hell.

Next Reflection:  

  1. These are the convictions I have lived by.

My Final Will and Testament —Things That I Loved in Life —Reflection #1

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Last year at my 40th Demontreville Retreat, one of the exercises that we were given by the Retreat Master included a very challenging set of thoughts.  The worksheet for the activity was labeled as “A Testament.” I took the worksheet and instructions home with me.  It had fourteen tasks or reflections to complete.  I did not desire to complete them during the retreat.  It is now almost a year since my retreat, and I have decided to make the mental and emotional effort necessary to complete this “Testament.”

I am going to complete one or two reflections every other day for the next few weeks.  I would love it if you would do these tasks along with me.  If you would like to share your thoughts, that would be great, but I am not expecting anyone to do so.  I would like to know if you find any benefit in completing these activities.

The worksheet started with these instructions:

Imagine that this is the last day of your life on earth.  In the time that you have left, you want to leave a “Testament” for your family and friends.  Each of the following could serve as chapter headings for your “Testament.”

 1.These are the Things that I have loved in life.

Wow, where to start?  The effort brings tears to my eyes.  I fear that I have loved and lost too much.  In Alfred Lord Tennyson’s famous poem “In Memoriam A.H.H.” he writes:

I hold it true, whate’er befall;

I feel it when I sorrow most;

‘Tis better to have loved and lost

Than never to have loved at all.  —- Canto XXVII

If only I could agree with Tennyson.  My soul does cry out for remorse and forgiveness but giving it to myself seems hard to come by.  The people that loved me and cared about me that I scorned in my life are mostly shadows now of another era.  An epoch that I want to forget about.  Can we really change?  Have I really changed.  I am ashamed to list what I have loved because I was so careless and thoughtless with so much of it.  If only I believed in a God of Forgiveness, it would make this effort so much easier.

I won’t say I have ever loved a thing.  I have never loved money, cars, or possessions.  I have loved the thought of fame and fortune.  I have never completely let go of the idea that around the next corner awaits my vindication.  Fame and fortune will anoint me as the true Knight that I dreamed of being.  When I was ten years old, I wanted to be an astronaut.  I wanted to fly into space on a rocket ship years before Captain Kirk was even born (at least on TV.) I loved the idea of adventure and discovering new places, things and ideas.  But my dreams were dashed by reality.  I was too short to be an astronaut and my eyes were not good enough to be a pilot.  Biological requirements that were set by who knows and for what reasons that dashed all hope of my dreams of going to the stars.

I have loved a few people.  Similar to my relationship with God, I am an Atheist when it comes to love.  Can you really love a car?  Can you love your new house?  Love seems to me something that must be reciprocal.  Only humans can really reciprocate love.  Even pets are only capable of licking your face.   However, with humans, most of the love in the world is a misnomer for lust.  Love at first sight is the most egregious example of lust to ever exist.  I see a woman with nice legs or nice breasts, and I fall “IN LOVE.”  Another idiotic phrase that should be stricken from humanity.  Six weeks later, we are married and promise to “Love and Cherish” each other for life.  This bliss or LOVE may last for a few months or years until the lust has all but disappeared and reality has set in.

I have never ever fallen in love with anybody much less anything.  I love Karen.  I love my sister Jeanine.  I love several old friends.  Love for me has to be earned.  It has to develop over time as with the “Velveteen Rabbit”,  “It’s a thing that happens to you.  When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.” — Margery Williams

Can I child really love a stuffed toy?  The logician in me says NO.  The cynic in me says NO.  The realist in me says NO.  My heart says YES, thereby negating much of what I have probably already said about love.  Love is in one sense logical and rational.  In another sense, it is emotional, illogical, and irrational.  I still question loving your car or loving your house, but I do not question the love that some people may have for their pets or even an inanimate object.  Reason tells me that a pet stuffed rabbit can somehow personify “love” much better than my desire for a Ferrari ever could.  I still can’t imagine in what warped dimension I might live where I could fall in love with a Ferrari or even cry when it was gone.

I shall add to my list of “Loves” the following:

  • Books
  • Ideas
  • Writing
  • Music
  • Food
  • Travel
  • Adventure
  • Adversity
  • Challenges

Number 2 of 14 Reflections in this Testament exercise is as follows: 

  1. These are the experiences that I have cherished.

I am posting this as a sort of “heads up” to give you some time to think about your own experiences.  I will reflect on mine in my next blog:

Here are some of my favorite quotes on love:

  • Jesus said, “Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.” — John 15:13
  •  “I hope it’s okay if I love you forever.” — Ally Maine, “A Star Is Born”
  •  “Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.” — Zora Neale Hurston
  •  “Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.” ― Martin Luther King Jr.
  •  “Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.” ― Robert A. Heinlein
  •  Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies. — Aristotle

 

 

 

How One Determined Woman Made Lemonade When Life Handed Her a Bunch of Lemons

While surfing the Internet a few days ago, I came across the following story by Ms. Jackie Fishman.  I was very moved by her story.  It was certainly a story that deserved retelling.  Her story has so many uplifting themes it is hard to describe them all.  Themes of determination, themes of courage, themes of personal responsibility, themes of renewal, themes of hope and themes of resilience.  Her story also reflects some negative themes that I saw during my three years as an employment counselor.  Themes of age discrimination, themes of one-way loyalty and an overall callous labor market that uses and discards people as nothing more than commodities.

I wrote to Ms. Fishman and asked for permission to reprint her story.  The following is in Jackie’s words and has not been edited.  Again, I think it is a story of courage and bravery in the face of what for many would have been a devasting experience.  It is a great example of the old saying that “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.”  I think this story fits in well with the title of my blog site which is “Aging Capriciously.”  Aging is a challenge that we may all face.  We may never win but we do not need to go gently into the night either.

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I was put on a performance-improvement plan, so I chose to retire at 58.  Sometimes I wish I wasn’t a young retiree.  —- Essay by Jackie Fishman, Apr 19, 2024

After working for nine years as a communications specialist for a healthcare association, I was put on a performance-improvement plan during my 10th annual job review.

“Has my performance changed so much from my last exemplary review?” I asked, knowing that my previous review had been conducted by a former boss who was no longer at the company.

As a result of the PIP, I was sent to human resources to fill out paperwork outlining how my boss would closely supervise my work.  I had three months to improve.

As a 58-year-old, I worried about what this would mean for my career, but it became an opportunity for me to retire early.

I walked away from the job I had held for nearly a decade

I signed all the paperwork with HR and went back to my boss. I wanted to ensure she understood what was happening and get additional guidance on avoiding termination.  I started to get nervous.

After an uncomfortable meeting with human resources the following day, I left the company voluntarily.  I didn’t want to stick around to see how this situation worked out because I already had enough information to know my days there were numbered.

Leaving my job with no plan was unsettling.  My normal approach would not be so rash; I prefer to have a plan and know my next steps.  I was especially worried about my financial situation.

I had several interviews, but I felt forced to retire

Shortly after I left my old job, I worked part-time for a vendor I had previously done business with.  I eventually started applying for full-time positions and going to interviews.  Many of these interviews went well but somehow never resulted in an offer.  I wondered if it was because I was close to retirement age.

I could’ve continued working for the vendor, but the money was not worth the effort or the long commute.  Meanwhile, my personal life was getting complicated.  My daughter wanted help planning her upcoming wedding, my mother needed more oversight as she approached 90, and I craved more freedom to travel.

So, I decided to retire — in my 50s.

Being a young retiree has its pros and cons

I’m younger than most retirees by almost a decade — which is a blessing and a curse.

I decided to keep freelance writing.  I also started writing a longer project about my father’s teenage experiences as a Holocaust survivor, so having more time was welcome.  In addition, I began volunteering as a docent at the Newseum, which brought me a lot of satisfaction.

Plus, being young enough to go on some adventurous journeys is a nice perk: I enjoyed going on safari and on bike trips to California’s wine country.  It was also nice to have extra time to help plan my daughter’s and son’s weddings and be involved in all the pre-wedding activities.  Having time to do what you want is a definite benefit of retiring young.

Sometimes, though, I wish I wasn’t.

I can’t help but feel I still have a few more years left of full-time work in me, so I sometimes regret retiring so young.  I was cut off early from building up Social Security for a few more years, so from a financial perspective, I feel like retiring early has been detrimental.

I’m also worried I will quickly lose my grip on technological advancements.  I kept up with those advances through work, but as a retiree, I’m worried I’ll fall behind.

Either way, I wonder if my age played a role in all of this

In the end, it all worked out, but I do wonder if my age is what caused all of this.

I won’t ever know for sure if I was put on a PIP because of my age, nor will I know if I struggled to find a new job for the same reason.  But I now stand by my decision to retire and start a new phase.  After all, I was given the opportunity to reinvent myself and try new things.

Retirement is a time of rediscovery and transformation, and exploiting that opportunity is the best way to win the game of life.

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Ms. Fishman is a writer, story teller, & Emee, Jewish & child of Holocaust survivors: She can be reached on Twitter at @jackiefishman or for more of her great stories at https://jackiefishman.substack.com

Here is a link to Ms. Fishman’s Web Page Portfolio. Some very interesting things to see and learn about there.

https://mediabistro.com/freelance-connect/profiles/jackiefishman/

Shocking Headlines That are Almost Not Printable !!!!!

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Pro-Christian Group Swarms Bible Bookstore to Destroy New King James Bibles: 

When asked why, the group’s leader answered, “Because we don’t believe in all this ‘new’ business.  We only want old bibles to be sold.  We never met King James anyway.”

Man Kills and Eats Pet Parrot:

“I killed him because he called me a ‘stupid’ Trump supporter.  Trump is not stupid.  I am going to buy another parrot that will vote for Trump.”

Students Run Wild on Campus as Protests Soar Across the USA

Students at McKinsey University were seen running to catch a bus after their graduation ceremony.  “What’s the fuss” one student said.  “Can’t we even run on campus anymore?  I swear I am not Anti-Semitic.”

Possible Alien Spacecraft Spotted Landing Near Homes in Scottsdale, AZ:

Closer investigation showed the spacecraft to be a remote-controlled toy spaceship from Mattel being operated by a five-year-old girl.  The young girl was arrested and taken away in hand cuffs despite proclaiming her innocence of any intended space invasion.

Woman Observed Performing Potentially Obscene Sex Acts in a Downtown Phoenix Park.

Witnesses say that she was doing something strange to a Barbie doll.  When approached, the woman threw the Barbie doll in a garbage pail and fled.  Officers are on the lookout for an eighty-year-old woman with a Barbie doll purse.

Biden Loses First Debate to Trump:

Four out of five Trump supporters say Trump will trash Biden in a debate.  When asked why, many replied “Because Sleepy Joe will fall asleep in the first five minutes after listening to Trump say how great he is.”  “We really do think he is great.”

Americans Leaving for Greener Pastures as Inflation Rises Again:

Many Americans are buying a new shade of weather resistant green grass for their lawns.  Rumors have it that it can be used in salads instead of lettuce.   Chefs say it makes a great Caesar salad.

Kim Kardashian Does It Again!

Kim Kardashian and several other famous celebrities were seen eating at the well-known Per Se restaurant in Manhattan.  Kim was wearing one of her naked see-through look dresses.   She reportedly was miffed that most patrons focused on checking out the menu.

Dr. John Persico Wins the Nobel Prize for Literature:

John dreamed that he won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 2025 until his wife woke him up in the middle of his acceptance speech.  “Let me sleep,” he said, “It’s not every day that I win the Nobel Prize.”

The National Enquirer was Awarded the Pulitzer Prize for Journalism and Truth Telling this Week:

The headlines of the National Enquirer contained news of its pending Pulitzer Prize.  The story was written by five of its leading writers who were subsequently fired for telling lies.  They were then rehired and given raises.

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Shocking headlines have become the norm or new normal.  The media specialize in well-rehearsed talking points that come from on-high in corporate headquarters.  “Protestors are funded by Hamas” is echoed repeatedly by high paid shills for the media who call themselves journalists.  “Antisemitism is rampant among college university professors” shriek other headline news liars.  “If we don’t stop Russia in the Ukraine they will soon be over here to invade Disney Land” is a frequent threat published by all the major news outlets.  “We need more money for defense” is a never-ending plea that benefits the military and the manufacturers of bombs and bullets.

As we attempt to ignore these absurd, threatening, and shocking headlines, the efforts of marketers to come up with new bait to hook us continues nonstop.  Each day brings more and more bizarre and misleading headlines.  We may want to opt out of the media blitz that bombards us via the TV, the radio, the internet, cellphones, emails, social media, and text messages, but it is an almost impossible task.

Someone said, “You can run but you can’t hide.”  You can run from the news, but you can’t hide from it.  From the shores of Montezuma to the hallowed hallways of the Supreme Court, the news will get you.  They want you to be depressed, unhappy, miserable, and hopeless.  But don’t worry too long.  They have the fix for your unhappiness.  The answer is in the next commercial.  Buy it now, pay later and find true joy.  Happiness is buying.  Happiness is owning.  Happiness is selling the junk that no longer makes you happy and buying new junk which will succeed where the last junk failed.

Be sure to buy a big gun.  You will need it for protection to make sure that the Democrats, communists, liberals, gays, immigrants, feminists, student protestors, Arabs, Russians, and others don’t sneak in at night and take your junk away.  Actually, just to be on the safe side, buy two big guns.

Special Ed, Special Needs, Special Kids

downloadWe have all heard the words, Special Ed, Special Needs.  We know that these words refer to kids who are “different.”  But do we really know what it means to be different, to be special?  Perhaps some of you have had special needs children.  If so, you do know what it means to be special or to have a special needs child.  For many, like me, it is a somewhat abstract idea.  Once in a while, I see a “different” child in a Walmart or someplace out and about.  My general feeling is sympathy for the child but also gratitude that I have been blessed to date with good health.

Yesterday, I had the opportunity to engage on a deeper level with about 10-15 special needs children.  As some of you know, I still do substitute teaching work at two high schools in Arizona.  Because of the shortage of both teachers and substitutes, I can usually pick which classes I want to sub for.  Years ago, you needed a license in a specific area to substitute in that area.  For instance, if you were substituting as a math teacher, you needed an education license in Math Teaching.  That is not the case here.  I substitute for most subjects from math to history, to band, to choir, to dance, to art, to construction, to automotive and even 4H.

imagesThis past week, I accepted a substitute teacher position in an ESS class or Special Ed class.  I was somewhat reluctant to take this class because I knew that there was no teachers aide in the class.  In many Special Ed classes, the regular teacher has one or two “Paras” who assist with class management.  A few weeks earlier, I had been asked to substitute for only one period in this same class.  I was rather surprised to find out that I was alone with ten special needs students.  Because they are all very different, having someone aboard who understands their various needs is important.  I had no experience with any of these children and have never been trained as a Special Ed teacher.  The forty-five minutes went quickly, and I had no problems.  Thus, when I saw the opportunity to sub for an entire day (which includes five periods of 45 minutes each) in this Special Ed class, I took it.

download (1)As the day drew closer, I had more and more trepidations.  Could I handle these children for five periods by myself?  Would I end up doing some emotional damage to these kids?  Would there be situations I could not handle.  The day of the class, I went in to see the administrative assistant who gives out class keys and class assignments.  I think she noticed my reluctance and she asked if I would want to switch with another class that was missing a teacher.  It would be a PE or Physical Education class.  She knew I have done a great deal of subbing with PE/Health, and I am very comfortable with such an assignment.  My undergraduate degree is a B.S. in Health Education with a K-12 certification.  Meaning I am certified to teach any grade from kindergarten through 12 grade.  In point of fact, I have now taught every grade from pre-school to Ph.D. classes at the University of Minnesota.

I mulled over the offer to switch and decided against it.  I told her I thought I might actually have the opportunity to do some real teaching with the special needs students.  In the regular classes, my offers to help with work or assignments are routinely shot down.  Usually, with polite “No, thank you but we are okay.”  I want to say, “You mean you are not anxious and eager to take advantage of my fifty plus years of education, experience, and knowledge?”  I suspect I would get the same responses.

download (2)So off I went to five periods of Special kids on a Friday which is the worst day to substitute teach.  Friday is the end of the school week and kids are sick of the school regimen and anxious to be free from bells and schedules.  Added to this eagerness to leave the school environment is the fact that there are only about three weeks to go until the end of the school year.  Students are primed for anything but education.

I arrived in the classroom about 30 minutes early which is my usual strategy.  This gives me time to find the regular teachers assignment and to peruse it to be sure that I understand it.  I decided to write the instructions out on the whiteboard as well.  The teacher had five class periods.  Two dealt with reading.  Two dealt with science and one dealt with math.  The assignments seemed straight forward.  Three of the five assignments had physical worksheets.  The assignment for the two science periods was to be done on their computers.  All assignments were to be completed by the end of the class.  Students were allowed to work together.

images (1)The entire day turned out to be very delightful and fulfilling.  Not only did I really enjoy interacting with these kids, but I really learned the meaning of “Special.”  Each child was very unique.  As a group, some had special emotional needs.  Some have special physical needs.  Some had special cognitive needs.  For some the dividing line was difficult to discern.

All of the students interacted very differently with me and their fellow classmates.  Some students were gregarious.  One young girl went around the class to make sure that students were working on their assignments.  She frequently offered me advice on running the class.  She came in for several periods and I enjoyed her extroversion.  The other students seemed to regard her as a De Facto teacher.

images (2)Some students were very solemn and said little.  They did not really interact with others and pretty much kept to themselves.  Some students were more loquacious and liked to laugh and joke with other students.  Another young lady in the class started talking about her pet rabbits.  I put a short video from “YouTube” up on the screen that showed pictures of various rabbits and some of their habits.  The kids all enjoyed the pictures and kept focused on their assignment while they watched the photos of rabbits doing some funny things like sleeping with a cat and sitting on someone’s head.  There is hardly anything cuter than a young fluffy rabbit.

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Over the course of the day, I actually managed to help several students with their assignments. To my amazement and surprise, these Special Needs students stayed focused on their assignments.  In a regular class, many of the students will do all they can to avoid working on their assignment.  From texting on their cell phones, to playing video games, to social media on their laptops, it is a constant challenge to get students to “focus” on their education and not on some video game.

All of the fifteen or so special needs students that I saw during the day were polite and respectful.  Two of the young men in the class looked like big jumbo teddy bears and acted like one.  They were always smiling and happy and learned my name right away.  I use Dr. John rather than my last name as I try to be somewhat informal with students.  In addition, out here in the Southwest, Persico is not easily pronounced.  I use the Dr. prefix to let them know that I have credentials beyond simply a teaching degree.  I think many regular students as well as regular teachers see substitute teachers as some sort of losers that can’t really teach or do anything else.  For instance, substitute teachers are never included in teacher prep meetings or teacher education activities at either campus.  I have been subbing out here for five years now. During the “Red for Ed” movement, I was told that I could not join because I was only a substitute teacher.  My net pay is $130 per day.  Sure, Karen and I can always use the money, but if you think that I am substitute teaching for the money, you do not know me very well.

If I only wanted money in my life, I would stick to writing this blog.  Since starting it fifteen years ago, I have made millions on endorsements for Trump products.  I have collected hundreds of thousands of dollars for doing keynote speeches at Republican conventions.  Famous Hollywood directors are always importuning me with opportunities to have my life story made into a movie or video game.  Marvel even contacted me about using my persona as a superhero for one of their comic book series.  I turn them all down because truth be told, Karen and I have more money than we know what to do with.  Besides that, I value my anonymity over Fame and Fortune.  Now you know that I am almost as big a liar as Trump.  However, look how far he has got by lying.

In Conclusion:

I ended up the day feeling very good about myself and my students.  I learned why we should think of these children as special.  I do not think that I will see a Special Child again and feel sorry for them.  I will be grateful that the universe has room for all kinds of people including those who are different from the norm.  There is a big difference between difference and deficit.  I hope I made a difference in their lives in some way or at least made the day fun for them.  I see no reason why school and education should not be fun.  Instead, for too many students today, we have turned our schools into prisons.  Did you have security guards in school when you went to high school or teachers carrying concealed weapons?

The Days of Remembrance

The Days of Remembrance”, according to https://nationaltoday.com/days-of-remembrance, is observed every year in April and May and is a week-long commemoration of the Holocaust.  In 2024, it is observed from May 5-12, with “Remembrance” Day being May 6.”

The Days of Remembrance” was established as the country’s annual commemoration of the Holocaust by the United States Congress.  The U.S. Holocaust Memorial Museum is responsible for leading the country in commemorating “Days of Remembrance” and also for encouraging these commemorations.  The Holocaust was the state-sponsored persecution and murder of six million Jews by the Nazi rulers, allies, and collaborators.”  — National Days of Remembrance

Several years ago, while in Munich, Karen and I went to visit the first of the concentration camps setup by the Nazis.  The camp was just outside of a small town called Dachau.  Neither of us will ever forget that day.  The camp is now a museum devoted to remembering and explaining the unexplainable.  The pictures, the exhibits, the ovens, the hatred depicted in this former death camp are beyond words.  In a strange distortion of reality, Karen and I could not remember any color for that day.  It was all black and white and gray.  The grass, the trees, the other people we saw all appeared in shades of black.  It was like being in the Stephen Spielberg film “Schindler’s List”.   How could any culture, any nation, any so-called civilized people systematically murder over six million people because of their religion?  Numerous writers have tried to explain the Holocaust, but none have ever managed to.  It is an impossible effort.  It is impossible because it is not possible for any normal human being to imagine the hatred and prejudice that stands behind Anti-Semitism and other forms of racism. 

On the way to the camp, we were told by the bus driver (in rather a surprise announcement)  “don’t blame us for the Holocaust, only a third of the people in the Village of Dachau voted for Hitler.”  I thought “bullshit”.  Later after reading Goldhagen’s “Hitlers Willing Executioners” I realized my judgement of bullshit was far too kind.  When people do nothing in the face of crime and immorality, they are just as guilty as the people more actively involved.  A large number of German people either did nothing to prevent or actively facilitated the atrocities perpetrated against the Jewish citizens in Germany. 

Sadly, this persecution of Jews has gone on not only in Germany for centuries but also in parts of Europe, the Mideast, and the USA.  However, it was not until 1860 that an Austrian Jewish scholar, Moritz Steinschneider, introduced the term “Anti-Semite” to denote specific prejudice against Jews.  Today, the USA is embroiled in a bitter controversy.  Another divide among the American people has occurred.  We have those who support Israel in its war against Hamas and those who support the Palestinian people.  The confrontations are taking place in the streets of several major cities as well as on college campuses across the nation.  Many Jewish people in America feel like they are being attacked whether or not they stand with Israel in what some are calling a war of Genocide.  Pro-Palestinian Americans are also being attacked as they protest the Gazan war. 

The Anti-Defamation League recently published a study showing a rise in Anti-Semitism ideology and incidents in the USA over the past year or so.  U.S. Antisemitic Incidents soared 140% percent in 2023.

“ADL tracked 8,873 antisemitic incidents across the United States in 2023, the highest level recorded since ADL started tracking this data in 1979.” —  U.S. Antisemitic Incidents Soared 140% percent in 2023

While a large proportion of Americans are against Israel’s war with Hamas near fifty percent support the right of Israel to exist. 

“Support for an independent Jewish state remains high. Indeed, 47.6% of Americans support the notion of a two-state solution to the conflict and an additional 8.5% of Americans support Israeli annexation of the West Bank and Gaza.”Antisemitic Attitudes in America 2024  

It is sad that we cannot both protest and also respect the position of those we protest against.  Whether or not one is Pro-Israel or Pro-Palestine, both have a right to be heard in a democratic society that professes the First Amendment for Free Speech.  Yet, we also see a systematic effort to silence those protestors who are taking sides with the Palestinians.  

In 1816 Commander Stephen Decatur said, “Our country!  In her intercourse with foreign nations may she always be in the right; but our country, right or wrong” Naval commander Stephen Decatur.  Others have criticized this perspective as reflective of an unthinking extreme patriotism, or “jingoism”  Fifty-five years later, in 1871, a US Senator Carl Schurz gave a very appropriate reinterpretation of this perspective in a speech that included the statement, “My country, right or wrong; if right, to be kept right; and if wrong, to be set right.”  Both the USA and Israel may have some reckoning to be done but it will only happen if parties in both countries can sit down peacefully with their opposition and discuss their differences.  

I wrote the following blog in a series of stories written several years ago.  I was inspired by Edgar Lee Master’s “Spoon River Anthology.”  I called each of my stories “Autobiographies from the Dead.”  Each of my eight or so protagonists tells the story of their death.  In this story, Ephraim is a Jewish boy who dies in the Holocaust in a Nazi Concentration Camp.  The story will not be easy to read but it is my effort to share some of the real horrors of the Nazi holocaust with those of us who were not there.  We cannot whitewash, we cannot trivialize, and we should never forget the evil and hatred that Anti-Semitism has evoked and still evokes in the world today. 

Ephraim the Jew

jewish shadowMy name is Ephraim. I was born to a Jewish mother and a Jewish father in Germany.  My parents and great grandparents were all born in Germany.  We were not rich but we made a living over the years in various trades.  My family was all hard workers and I was taught the value of hard work and an education at an early age.  We were proud to be Germans.  My father had served with distinction in WW I and my great grandfather had served in the earlier Franco Prussian war.  We had many musicians and writers in our family and were proud that we could contribute to the rich German cultural heritage of our homeland.

HumiliationOne day, some young men started throwing stones at my father and me as we came home from work.  We arrived home with bruises and cuts but no broken bones.  My mother said that things were getting worse for Jews in Germany and that she had heard of many such incidents from other friends.  My father said she was being an old woman and should not worry so much.  This was just the result of a bunch of hoodlums and the government would soon arrest such bullies so that the streets would be safe again.

Weeks and months went by.  More assaults!  More bullying!  Everywhere we turned it seemed that people hated us.  The government passed Pro-German Laws to protect “Pure” Germans.  Somehow this seemed to mean that we Jews were now the enemies.  We were no longer Germans.  Our businesses were taken away from us.  Our jobs were taken away from us.  Then they took our freedom away from us.

trainsThey took us in trains to these large detention centers.  Smoke and flames were visible from numerous chimneys when we arrived.  Some people whispered that these were Jews who had been cremated.  It was too horrible to conceive.  It could not be true.  We were whipped, kicked and herded off the rail cars.  An angry looking German soldier in a black uniform with skulls and lightning bolts directed each person either to the right or to the left when we fled the cars.  Women and young children went one direction.  Men and young boys went the other direction.  My mother and sister went to the right.  They waved and said good bye.  “We will see you soon.”  “We must go to the showers first.”  We never saw them again.

The-last-Jew-in-Vinnitsa-1941My dad and I were assigned to work details.  Food was meager and work was hard.  We labored with very little rations from before sunrise to well after sunset.  My father died a year later.  He was nothing but skin and bones.  He said: “I am sorry.”  Another year later and I could not get up and go to work.  The guards came for me one day and said, “You are garbage and you are no longer useful.”  Two other Jews were forced to pick me up.  They carried me to a large pit.  I noticed many other bodies in the pit.  They threw me in the pit with the other bodies.  A holocaust-bodies-mass-graveguard shot me three times.  “Like shooting fish in a barrel he said.”  I was shot once in the head and twice in the chest.  He laughed as I twitched and as the blood oozed out of my veins.  I was surprised that it did not hurt as much as I thought it would.  I could feel my soul leaving my body.

Finally, I was looking down at my distorted figure and it was no longer twitching.  Even the blood had stopped oozing out.  The guard who shot me had lit a cigarette and was enjoying a quick smoke before returning to another work detail.  I watched for a while as other men and boys were carried to the pit and murdered.  I could no longer bear to look.  I decided to go find God and talk to him.  I was confused and angry but I thought that perhaps a talk with God might straighten things out.  My spirit left this hell on earth.

I am dead looking for godmany years now and I am still searching for God.  I want to know what we did to deserve such a fate.  We worked hard.  We paid our taxes.  We treated our fellow Germans with respect.  We worshipped on the Sabbath.  We upheld all of the commandments.  We were good people.  We were good Germans.  Why did they hate us so?  What did we do to cause this suffering?  Was this some kind of a test?

I think God is hiding from me.  He is nowhere to be found.  I have wandered now for years and still I find no God.  I know he exists.  I believe in God but I think he is avoiding me.  I think he may be ashamed for letting this happen.  I swear my soul will never rest until I find God and ask him this question:  “Why?”  But what if he doesn’t know the answer?

Time for Questions:

What is an Anti-Semite? Why do people still hate Jews? What did any Jews ever do to deserve such a fate?  Are you an Anti-Semite?  What can you do to help fight Anti-Semitism?  Do you try? Why not?

Life is just beginning.

“I swore never to be silent whenever and wherever human beings endure suffering and humiliation. We must take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented.”  ― Elie Wiesel

 


Please join us in community with local survivors and their families as we memorialize the tragedy and loss of the Holocaust and pay tribute to those who survived and the generations that have followed them. This special observance will take place at 2:00 p.m. on Sunday, May 5th, 2024, at The Tucson J in the Ballroom.

Each year, it is imperative that we set aside this day to remember the more than six million Jews murdered during the Nazi Holocaust and continue to raise our collective voice to reaffirm the promise of ‘Never Again.’ This year’s theme, “Generations After: A Community Promise,”  reflects our Southern Arizona community’s solemn vow to our local living survivors and those who came before: in the face of our past trials and our present challenges, we will remember, and we will respond.

This annual community commemoration is a collaboration of Jewish Family & Children’s Services, The Tucson J, and Tucson Jewish Museum & Holocaust Center with funding provided by Jewish Philanthropies of Southern Arizona.

This event is free and all are welcome.

WHY?  Oh WHY? Oh WHY?

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“WHY did this happen?” is a question that seeks reasons and meaning for an event.  Some answers to this question include:

“It happened because God/Allah/etc. willed it”

“It happened because that’s the way the stars aligned”

“There is no reason, it just happened”

WHY did Oswald kill Kennedy?  WHY did the shooter in Las Vegas kill 60 people?  WHY do people support someone like Trump?  WHY do we allow Israel to have nuclear weapons but not other nations in the Mideast?  WHY did a nice person like that ever marry a real jerk?  WHY did the chicken cross the road?  From the sublime, to the peculiar to the mundane to the trivial, we are obsessed with knowing WHY?  We must have a reason WHY.

The police call it motive.  If a crime happens today, someone will scourer Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, TicTok, and other social media to find out “WHY?”  WHY did they do it?  What was their motive?  WHY would a 47 year old married woman with three children who was a teacher have sex with a seventeen year old in the back seat of her husbands car?

When we don’t know WHY, we either begin a useless search for the reason or we brush it aside.  Your young child asks you WHY and you reply, “Because I told you to.”  Your employee asks you WHY and you respond, “Because I am the boss.”  You want to know WHY they laid you off or WHY you were fired, and you get a reply like “We had a reduction in force.”  You want to know “WHY” you were defriended on Facebook or WHY you did not get the job you applied for or WHY your good friend died so young or a million other WHYs.   No one stops to think, there is no sense in asking WHY?  In all probability, any WHYs you come up with will be suppositions, hypotheses, conjectures or out and out myths.

We are diseased with asking WHY.  We do not want to accept an arbitrary and capricious universe.  Even the great Einstein rejected Quantum Theory because it was built on the concept of indeterminacy.  Ironic, that so many people initially rejected Einstein’s theory of Relativity because it lacked absoluteness and determinacy.  Today, we still have a rebellion going on in morality in terms of whether or not there is any absolute morality or is all morality relative.  It is easy to posit a WHY if you have a solid concept of morality that you can refer to.  The favorite one among religious people is the concept of sinner.  A sinner is anyone who ruptures the boundaries of your own avowed religion.

So I run to the Lord

Please hide me, Lord

Don’t you see me prayin’?

Don’t you see me down here prayin’?

But the Lord said

Go to the Devil, the Lord said

Go to the Devil

He said go to the Devil  — Sinner Man by Nina Simone

I told a friend of mine the other day that I did not want to go to heaven.  “WHY,” he asked?  “Because.” I replied, “What if Adolph Hitler and Donald Trump are both there?”  I think the WHYs around such a situation would drive me to hell.

Another friend of mine is always good for theories on WHY people do things.  We discuss lots of problems in the world and he loves to seek out facts and evidence that might help to explain WHY.  He is driven to make sense of a nonsensical random capricious world that is frustrating.  Perhaps most frustrating is that just when we are beginning to realize that there are no answers to the WHYs of the world, suddenly an answer emerges or at least appears to.

The answer all depends on numbers.  A WHY can be found if enough people are willing to accept the explanation.  WHYs have a democratic aspect that has nothing to do with logic.  For instance, the question I raised above about WHY anyone would support Donald Trump has spawned a cottage industry of books purporting to provide WHYs to the Trump sycophancy.  From racism, to sexism, to caste, to identities, to religion, to abortion, to greed, to fear, to being rural, to the electoral college, there have been over fifty books dedicated to theories to describe WHY any rational human being would vote for Trump.

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I asked ChatGPT “WHY would anyone vote for Donald Trump.”  Here is what she/he said:

ChatGPT:

“People vote for political candidates for a variety of reasons, and the decision to vote for Donald Trump in particular can be influenced by a range of factors.  Some voters are drawn to his positions on certain issues, such as immigration, trade, or foreign policy.  Others appreciate his outsider status and his perceived willingness to challenge the political establishment.  Additionally, some voters may feel a strong connection to his personality, viewing him as a strong leader who speaks his mind.”

“It’s also important to consider the broader political and cultural context in which elections take place.  Factors like party loyalty, economic conditions, perceptions of the opposing candidate, and regional or demographic influences can all play a role in why someone might choose to vote for a candidate like Donald Trump.”

I think this is a very good answer, but somehow it lacks a definitive characteristic.  I don’t want a hodgepodge of reasons WHY.  I want to know “THE WHY.”  All of the mitigating factors above are mere hypotheses.  If your neighbor has a Trump Flag flying outside his/her house or your cousin says that “I am going to vote for Trump no matter what he does”, the above reasons given by ChatGPT are not going to do much for you.  The problem with finding an answer to WHY is that it is like the Russian dolls.  One WHY is embedded in another WHY.  We want the bottom WHY but then the dolls become more like an onion.  You can peel the onion all day long and eventually there is nothing there.  If you are looking for a core seed or a core reason to explain all the other WHYs, you will soon be grasping nothing but air.  For instance:

“WHY did you vote for Donald Trump?”

“Because he is a Republican.”

“So, you voted for Trump because he is a Republican and you support the Republican party?”

“YES.”

“WHY do you support the Republican party?”

“I have always supported it.”

“WHY”?

“Well, my mother and father were both Republicans.”

“WHY”?

“I don’t know, they always were so I am too.”

“What if Trump decided to become a Democrat again, would you still vote for him?”

“Yes, I would.”

“So, it really has nothing to do with his party affiliation?”

“I guess not.” 

“Thank you for your cogent explanation.” 

Where oh where can I find the real reason WHY the world is so screwed up?  And what if it is not?  What does that mean for the universe?

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“Excerpt from ‘Suzie Bitner Was Afraid of the Drain’ by Barbara Vance.”

PS:

WHY are poems so confusing?

Everybody is in a Hurry Today to go Fast

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Everybody is in a hurry today.  Nobody has any time today.  We do everything we can to keep busy today.  The hell with everyone else.  The hell with tomorrow.  The hell with life.  I am busy so you can just get out of my way.  The roads are full of maniacs passing on double yellow lines.  Other maniacs riding your bumper to the next stop sign about 100 yards away.  Passing on the right, then left, then right again until they wind up next to you at the next red light.  Where are the cops these days.  Speed limits and time seem to have no meaning anymore.

When I first came down to Arizona, I would ask people “How are you doing?”  “Living the dream” was a common reply.  “What is living the dream?” I would ask them.  “Well, I can golf everyday now.”  Ah, yes, you retired so that you could stay busy hitting a little round ball around 18 holes.  So that you could try like hell to hit the tiny ball into the tiny hole eighteen times.  What a life!  At first I did not understand.  When you retire, shouldn’t you make some time to just relax?  Karen says well maybe they relax by swinging their expensive golf clubs.  I doubt it.

Years ago, I learned that one can be or do and life is a balance between each.  Being involves spiritual activities that make us better people.  It is meditating.  It is going on a retreat.  It is praying.  It is reading a good book.  Doing is moving.  Doing is animated.  Doing is hitting a pickle ball back and forth over a net.  Nothing is wrong with doing but something is wrong with a life that is filled only with doing.  I have met too many people that spend time doing but spend no time being.

“Hi, Paul, would you like to get together for a coffee next week?” “Gee, John, I would love to, but I am really busy next week.”  “Well, than how about the week after that?”  “Sorry, but my great aunt and her son are coming over that week and I need to get the house cleaned.  Tell you what I will check my calendar and get back to you.  Not sure but I think I have an opening next year.”

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There is a mania in this country with going nowhere fast and doing something all the time.  I rush to get somewhere so I can get busy staying busy.  The business of America is more about staying busy than doing anything really useful.  The country band Alabama penned a song many years ago which went as follows:

I’m in a hurry to get things done

Ohh I rush and rush until life’s no fun

All I really gotta do is live and die

Even I’m in a hurry and don’t know why?

Don’t know why?  I have to drive so fast

My car has nothing to prove

It’s not new

But it’ll do zero to sixty in five point two

Ohh, I hear a voice

That says I’m running behind

I better pick up my pace

It’s a race and there ain’t

No room for someone in second place

 I wonder what life would be like in America if more people meditated and less people were in a hurry.  What if people spent more time praying than watching TV?  I would give you better than ten to one odds that if more people prayed and/or meditated that we would have less crime, less war, and less violence.  Society and the world would be more peaceful if people spent more time meditating.  We would have more time for friends.  More time for settling differences peacefully.

The average USA citizen spends the following amount of time in each of these activities each day: — Bureau of Labor Statistics, 2022

Sleeping                      9.02 hours

Eating:                         1.23 hours

Shopping:                   .66 hours

TV:                               2.79 hours

Religious/Spiritual      .13 hours

Volunteering:             .10 hours

Educational:               .44 hours

Working:                     3.23 hours

You can see from the above chart that the average USA citizen spends approximately 8 minutes per day in religious or spiritual activities.  I wonder whether this statistic would find any greater amount of time spent by the religious right in America doing prayers or meditating than for the average person.  The time spent per person is just about enough time to say a blessing at supper time.  To repeat what I said above “What if people spent more time meditating and praying and less time rushing to get somewhere?”  Would we have a better country?  I believe we would.  We would probably have:

  • Less road rage
  • Less drug use
  • Less alcoholism
  • Less traffic accidents
  • Less wars
  • Less violence

On the positive side, just imagine how relaxed people would be.  If people were more relaxed, there would be nicer people walking around.  Imagine the following scenarios:

Ariana:  “You just took the parking spot I was going to drive into.”

Alex:  “Oh, I am very sorry.  I did not see you waiting there.  Just give me a second and I will pull out and park elsewhere.”

Ariana:  “No, that’s ok, I can find another spot.  There is plenty of spaces in the parking lot.”

 

President Biden:  “Look, President Putin.  I am sorry for all the names I called you in the past.  I have so much on my plate and too much to do.  Sometimes, my age gets in the way.”

President Putin:  “I did not want a war with Ukraine, but you kept bad mouthing us and surrounding our country with more and more NATO members.  We just want to survive like you do.”

President Biden:  “I think it is time for peace talks now.  We can back off and leave Ukraine alone if you can promise to pull troops out and restore Ukraine to its former territories.” 

President Putin:  “Lets start the peace talks now and see what agreements we can come to.”

Well, you can call me Pollyanna and laugh if you want but if Putin and Biden could sit down and meditate together and then pray together for peace, I seriously think the world would be a different place.  Maybe we could even get Netanyahu to pray and meditate some.

 

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