Skip to comments.Ronald Reagan’s Rainbow
Posted on 06/05/2004 3:41:20 PM PDT by wagglebee
Ronald Reagan was a man who had it all. It is difficult to identify an American who lived a fuller, or greater, life what he understatedly called "An American Life." In nearly everything he did, Reagan succeeded wildly. When he left his parents' home in 1932, he landed a coveted job in radio. Then came the movies and television, in the heyday of each medium. In the 1930s, when most of America suffered, Reagan soared. By the 1940s, he was one of the top box office draws in Hollywood and received more fan mail than any actor at Warner Brothers except Errol Flynn. His hosting of the number-one rated television show GE Theatre from 1954 to 1962 made him one of the most recognized names in America.
Of course, after that, he entered politics and twice won the governorship of the nation's largest state and the presidency of the world's most powerful nation. And I'm certain that his epitaph will be that he was the president who won the Cold War.
Where did this record of achievement begin? It started with humble origins: at the Rock River at Lowell Park in Dixon, Illinois, where a teenage Reagan lifeguarded seven days a week, 10 to 12 hours per day, for seven summers. He was the rock at the Rock River, always watching. He saved the lives of 77 people there: "One of the proudest statistics of my life," he said later. Saving a drowning victim is not easy under any circumstance, but it was especially difficult in the treacherous Rock River, where the swirling water is so deep and murky that swimming there today has long been banned.
Still, the job was a labor of love for Reagan. "My beloved lifeguarding," he later called it. Even when Alzheimer's meant he couldn't recognize his closest friends when they visited him in his Los Angeles office in the 1990s, Reagan could point to the painting on his wall, a colorful illustration of the spot where he patrolled the Rock River, and longingly reminisce.
On November 5, 1994, Ronald Reagan handwrote a letter informing the world that Alzheimer's disease was riding him into "the sunset of my life." That choice of words was astonishing: Alzheimer's is a horrific disease that robs memories. In just a few years, Reagan wouldn't even remember the White House.
How could he refer to that impending doom as the sunset of his life? Was he ignorant of the disease? Not at all. As president, Reagan made eight separate statements on Alzheimer's an average of one for each year in the White House. It is chilling to read those words today. Alzheimer's, said Reagan, is an "indiscriminate killer of mind and life" a "devastating" sickness that "deprives its victims of the opportunity to enjoy life." It "ranks among the most severe of afflictions, because it strips people of their memory and judgment and robs them of the essence of their personalities. As the brain progressively deteriorates, tasks familiar for a lifetime, such as tying a shoelace or making a bed, become bewildering. Spouses and children become strangers." "Slowly," reported Reagan, "victims of the disease enter profound dementia."
Reagan had unwittingly forecast his own demise.
So, how could Reagan, obviously knowledgeable of Alzheimer's, describe the onset of his disease as a coming sunset? I've watched sunsets on the California coast, indeed from the very "Ranch in the Sky" that Reagan did. The answer was Reagan's secret weapon: his optimism. He called it an eternal optimism, a "God-given optimism."
He first discovered that gift through his mother, Nelle Reagan, who (along with Nancy) was the most important person in his life. Nelle instilled in her son the Christian faith so fundamental to his very being. She taught him that the twists and turns in the road are there for a reason. The bad things are part of "God's plan" for the good. There is a rainbow waiting around the bend. God, Reagan reasoned, was in control and worked everything for the best.
Reagan preached this theology in his memoirs and in countless private letters that today sit in the Reagan Library. It became a kind of grief ministry. He would write to a widow: It's a tragedy that your husband died and I write to send my deepest condolences; if it's any comfort, God has a plan....
In 1962, the woman who shared such thinking with Reagan died of what the family called "senility;" what we today would likely diagnose as Alzheimer's. Yet, Reagan remained optimistic. His mother's death, he told friends, was a step through an eternal window-to that rainbow waiting around the bend.
"How we die is God's business," Reagan told his daughter Patti. Our duty is to accept it. As a 17-year-old, he wrote a poem called "Life." Here is a revealing excerpt:
[W]hy does sorrow drench us
When our fellow passes on?
He's just exchanged life's dreary dirge
For an eternal life of song. All of this explains how the eternal optimist, in that November 1994 letter, could be positive even as Alzheimer's was crowding in, about to cast his mind into oblivion. It is telling that in that brief letter to the American people, Ronald Reagan mentioned God and faith four times. "When the Lord calls me home," he wrote, "I will leave with the greatest love for this country of ours and eternal optimism for its future."
Since that goodbye, it has been an unpleasant ten years for a man and his family whose life was so richly blessed; he enjoyed precious few sunsets. Now, at last, Ronald Reagan can rest in peace. Enjoy that rainbow, Mr. President.
He might have been speaking of liberalism.
A tiny correction - there was nothing "unwitting" about it. Reagan faced Alzheimer's with the same courage and grace he showed when he faced the Soviet Union down, and the worldwide derision for daring such a "naive" thing. He has now conquered the disease. RIP, Dutch.
Better yet, which one is more like Gorbachev, Stalin, Lenin, Kruschev . . .
You cannot "strip" a liberal of something he/she never had.
Once the news crossed the wire,first place I went to was Free Republic. Very comforting.
My fellow Americans,
Perhaps it is just a function of my age (growing up in the Reagan years), but President Ronald Reagan will always define what the Prseidency should be to me. Thank you, Mr. President.
Probably Dubya. But even Dubya is just a good President.
In the 20th Century America was blessed by only two really great Presidents: Teddy Roosevelt and Ronald Reagan.
Well said. Pain and suffering, born in the right spirit, can become a blessing. No one would ever wish for such an end, but I'm sure God rewarded him in the end.
Godspeed, my great President. I'm glad you are with our Lord now. My flag is at half-mast for you. It is such a small gesture, considering all you faced, and what you fought for and against. I will never forget how well you carried the weight of the world on you shoulders, with a smile, a swagger, a humble confidence. You gave all of us young airmen back then so much pride, and we will never be able to thank you enough.
I don't think you can accuse a man who has persevered over so many obstacles: from a debauched father, to a near miss assassination attempt, to extensive battles with prostate cancer and other medical maladies; of being naive when it came to confronting the challenges of a determined, bitter adversary.
If anyone could have beaten back such a debilitating and monstrous disease, it was the 'Gipper.'
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