My Aunt Joyce was a brilliant woman. She never went to college but was a voracious reader and successful in business. When she was in her 80's I asked, "Aunt Joyce, you are now in your 80's. Are you still learning new things?" She crinkled up her face as she thought about my question. She then replied, "No, Marc. I am not learning new things anymore. What I am learning is how to look at the old things very differently!" That was the moment when I understood the expression "the wisdom of experience."
I am in my 78th year. I am still learning new things. But like Aunt Joyce said, I am starting to learn to look at the old things very differently and to understand that many were not what I had thought they were.
This conversation with Aunt Joyce was one of the two most life-altering conversations I ever had.
How come my grandmother never got past her 29th year? Every birthday was her 29th. "Happy Birthday, Grama! How old are you?" "Twenty-nine. You know as well as I."
Dr, I have a question: Did my Grama possess special anti aging qualities? (She was Finnish, if that helps.) Or did she not learn to count past 29? I didn't want to embarrass her, Finns are sensitive that way, so I never asked.
My Aunt Joyce was a brilliant woman. She never went to college but was a voracious reader and successful in business. When she was in her 80's I asked, "Aunt Joyce, you are now in your 80's. Are you still learning new things?" She crinkled up her face as she thought about my question. She then replied, "No, Marc. I am not learning new things anymore. What I am learning is how to look at the old things very differently!" That was the moment when I understood the expression "the wisdom of experience."
I am in my 78th year. I am still learning new things. But like Aunt Joyce said, I am starting to learn to look at the old things very differently and to understand that many were not what I had thought they were.
This conversation with Aunt Joyce was one of the two most life-altering conversations I ever had.
At age 81 I am with you. I too have started to look at old things differently and I am learning and open to learning
How come my grandmother never got past her 29th year? Every birthday was her 29th. "Happy Birthday, Grama! How old are you?" "Twenty-nine. You know as well as I."
Dr, I have a question: Did my Grama possess special anti aging qualities? (She was Finnish, if that helps.) Or did she not learn to count past 29? I didn't want to embarrass her, Finns are sensitive that way, so I never asked.
Mark just except your grandma and love her and enjoy her and accept her and that she’s 29 years old. In fact, it’s really cute and I love it.
Me too