Posted on 06/09/2024 4:09:56 PM PDT by Jim Robinson
I don't remember when I got old, it just happened. One day I turned around and discovered I was an old man. Thinking back on it I think it was after my wife died. When Sheila died it took all the wind out of my sails. I'm now adrift, without rudder, without anchor and without a North Star. The bilge water is creeping up and threatening to put the fires out for good.
If you've ever experienced being dead in the water in the middle of an ocean, that's how I'm feeling right now. It's a surreal feeling.
'O God, thy sea is so great and my boat is so small.'
Jim, I won’t disagree with you at all. It sucks and we all hate it. And you are not the only one thinking about it this way, for sure.
Now once you look into that abyss, it’s not really the first time, is it?
You’ve been through a lot and not just recently.
So it’s a challenge. Are you going to quit now, or persevere? That’s really your choice.
One of the greater Roman emperor’s last actions and words were to reach out from his death bed, for the next piece of paper he had to decide on and said “Well, what’s next? Give it to me. “
Also, I have one big piece of advice - it’s important to always have something to look forward to.
It could be anything, seeing a friend next month, traveling next year, taking a nap, eating that meal you love so much, seeing the sunrise....
But have something always to look forward to, even God forbid, the next Freepathon.
And remember, you’re still here. Make something of it while you still can. Life is a blessing, even when it seems to suck.
You know all this already, I’m just trying to cheer myself up.
God bless.
I think it happened to me when my knees went out on me.
God bless you, sir.
You are a hero. God Bless you, sir.
You are a great man, and your work is a key contribution in the fight for Constitutionalism. Prayers for good health. God bless.
Prayers for your well being sir. Thanks for all you have served and done. Your Freeper family wants nothing but the best for you.
Nice to have an excuse to try to cheer you up a bit. Love and thanks to you!
Momma died in 2006 and after that my Daddy was devastated, and he prayed every day that God would take him. He lived to 99 years of age. He ended up in the Veterans Nursing Home in Anderson SC. He was glad to go in rather than sit home alone. “There will be somebody there, that I can cheer up,” he said. And he did, but I am glad to say that while he was there, he finally received recognition for acts of heroism which he performed during the landing on Okinawa where he saved many lives. No medals sorry but his real recognition was what only those men themselves can give or understand.
Me too.
I’ve enjoyed watching how you’ve changed over the 24 years I’ve been here. You’ve always been one of those high risk - high reward types. You are appreciated.
You’re an inspiration to us all, Jim.
God bless.
Two sayings I like:
“If I’d known I was going to live this long, I’d have taken better care of myself.”
“The older I get, the better I was.”
Yes I understand it well Jim.
I was working hard last year, then I had shoulder replacement surgery, and at 67 I find I am not recovering as fast, and more times than not I feel defeated in my ability to be the man I was.
I know, I know, they always say that it is a mind thing.
Well I know you will agree, it is a physical thing also. True we must do our best to keep our minds active, but when the body physically says NO! We are left to realize we are not as young as were were.
God bless you Jim, you are often times in my prayers.
Jim, are you up for some company? Maybe next Saturday, heck maybe just a few days from now. I’m sure many of us are nearby enough, can take a day off, and drive or fly in to visit. Just a social day, enjoy some time with your online friends, celebrate life.
I woke up one morning while fasting prior to the colonoscopy and quite literally thought it was my deceased father in the mirror.
We love you, Jim
...all those things people didn’t say would happen as we get older. Worst for me is hair growing out of my ears and nose.
“When Sheila died . . .”
Jim, would you care to share with us what Sheila liked — the things, places, interests, hobbies and whatnot? Looking forward to your post!
My mom died when I was 17. My father was devastated. Over time he discovered that he could still feel enjoyment. The first occasion happened when my brother was able to get us on the USS Enterprise. My dad had served on a destroyer in the Pacific during WWII. It was the first step in realizing to him that it was good to be alive.
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