i'm typically
a person who thinks that most, if not all, things happen in my life for
a reason. Good or bad, happy or tragic, the situations and the
way i choose to handle them all continue to mold me into the woman i
want to be. Sometimes i come through such situations with flying
colours, sometimes i fail miserably.
i want to be a woman who can
look back at her life and have no regrets. i once asked my
grandfather (the Irish one) if he had any regrets in life. He
said that he only wished he had gone on with his education (meaning
college). Things were different then, though. World War
II...Marriage..children = all came at a relatively early age for
him. He worked for the Navy Yard in Philadlephia for years and
years and earned many certificates and other acknowledgements for
engineering - without a degree. He used to build things - after
watching something on TV or seeing it in a magazine - all just figured
out and plans drawn up. He still does cross word puzzles every
day. He had subscrptions to National Geographic and read them
cover to cover. He has traveled. He has a sense of
humor. He can cook. Yet, he watched my grandmother die when
she was in her mid 50's, he cared for her, he retired early so he could
be home with her and to this day, he misses her greatly. He's
never remarried. He lost a great deal of money in an investment
that failed. He broke his hip a couple of years ago. He
recently had that same hip operated on. It hasn't been all roses
- there have been thorns-- but hes' had a full and wonderful life - and
his only regret is that he didn't have more education! What a way
to live - such a good example.
So, i still hold that all
things - whether good or bad - are done for a reason. How i react
to them shows the true woman. No regrets.
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
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That's an excellent way to think about life. I wish I could be a little more like that. I tend to focus on whatever current little stress is pressing, without looking at the big picture.
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