I went visiting teaching this morning. My partner is a bit older than me. She said she had a bit of a busy day: taking her sister to the doctor, helping her kids with something or other. Then later tonight some friends were coming over and they were all going to play pinochle - and what could she serve for refreshments - they had root beer floats last time. Now, I don't even know what kind of card game pinochle is. And I'm not hankering to learn it. But I thought to myself as I dropped her off at her house - I want to be like her. I want to be 78 years old and still getting together with friends. Still having purpose to my life. Still greeting each day with a smile and a hope for some fun. Yes, I do want to be like her.
I read this earlier today, and loved the sentiment, thought I'd share it. And if it really is true, I should be really wise - the way I doubt myself all the time.
The whole problem with the world is
that fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves,
and wiser people so full of doubt.
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