Swiveling my desk chair, I have some odd thoughts.
Who would have thought that I would be here, in fairly good shape, at the age of 106, writing this? Certainly not me.
I think of the many times I escaped death ,which by sheer luck did not happen.
I think of the poverty I was born into, the 14 years I lived in a lice, cockroach, rat infested tenement. The 80 years of my marriage to Betty.
The world traveling we did, the highly respected two children, Judith and Steve, we raised and their accomplishments.
My brain jumps from one thought to another. I can’t stop it. What a lucky guy I have been. I often sit and watch television and I see the tragedies that befall innocent people. It’s heart wrenching.
Who decides what happens to whom. I am an agnostic, but I well understand why people are religious and believe some God or supreme being watches them, directs their lives.
They believe that at death they will be judged. Who can say they are wrong? I can’t.
Is life but a game of chance? Do we humans have any control or is everything pre-ordained?
Morrie, stop thinking, it’s pointless. You will never find the answers, no one well.
Someone asked Mae West, a wise and well-known entertainer who had nine husbands and lived to the age of 94, “Would, if you could, live another life?”
“Absolutely not,” she answered, “if you’ve lived your life as I have, one life is enough. Come up and see me sometime.”
I feel as Mae West does. I’ve had a wonderful life. I may not be as lucky the second time around. It’s prudent to stop while you are ahead.
I wish all people will be or have been as lucky as I’ve been. The best of wishes, Morrie
August 5, 2020