February 19, 2017, Prescott-
It’s sunny/overcast, this morning, as is often the case in Prescott, after a day and night of heavy rain. My phone tells me how things are, weather-wise, in Phoenix, and in Busan, as well as here. It’s a fine thing to keep tabs on my son’s environment, with the aid of the second frame. Korea is a bit milder than Arizona, at the moment.
We old vets talked of earning one’s keep, and of game plans for our years ahead, at this morning’s breakfast. I am optimistic, as to my own situation- for the simple reason that I don’t plan on sponging off anyone. What this means, in practical terms, is that I will, as I’ve said a few times, work full-time until either December, 2020 or May, 2021, then take a couple of years for personal pursuits, helping my son with his efforts and traveling- in a mix of discovery and service. After that, if health allows, I would be glad to return to service-related work, such as I am now doing. TIME Magazine, in this week’s edition, posits that elders will need to consider several “retirements”, interspersed with work, unless/until infirmity sets in. I am pretty much covered, thanks to my late wife’s foresight and our son’s personal vow, in the event of my own infirmity.
Children inspire me, first and foremost. Besides those with whom I work, day to day, there are little souls, incidental to my life, the thought of whom lifts my spirits. There are my grandnieces and grandnephews, looking out at me from the side of my refrigerator, and whose exploits are regularly relayed by their proud grandparents, my siblings. The little neighbour kids, brother and sister, bring me to my picture window, whenever I hear their voices and the wheels of their mini-vehicles, from the alley across the way. There are 5-year-old “Boo”, my surrogate granddaughter, in Nevada; her age mate, “B”, in Juneau; the now 11 and 12-year- old sisters from Belgium, who were just full of mischief, three years ago, when we were in a dining car restaurant, in Bastogne; the spirited middle schoolers from Koln, Germany, who enlisted my help in a “take home” exam, in Brussels’ Grande Place, during that same cross-Atlantic jaunt; my nearly 13-year-old sponsoree, “I”, working diligently at his studies, in the Philippines; countless youngsters who have weighed in on matters great and small, in chance encounters during my travels.
The other main source of inspiration is human resilience, which I see every day, in people of all ages and backgrounds. My cross-town friend, “M”, toughed out some very lean years, as a single parent, before finally arriving at a place of stability. My cross-country friend, “K”, slept many nights, God-knows-where, before getting her own apartment, finding an honest means of living and a man who loves her. A once-homeless man, whom some of you may remember from my posts of 2014-15, now has a steady income and reason to get up every morning and smile.
I believe in the Law of Attraction, and its eleven related laws, as surely as I believe that the Arizona sun will dispel any clouds, no matter how thick they may seem.