“IF YOU DON’T STOP CRYING
I’LL REALLY GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO
Did your mom or dad ever say that to you? (Or did you ever say that to your son or daughter?) I vaguely remember my dad saying it to me – and I stopped crying immediately. If fact I even totally forgot what I was crying about in the first place…Hey, maybe that was the whole idea of that famous scolding.
It sort of goes with that other well-used saying,” You think this is bad, wait!”
If you wanted to add up all the bad stuff you’d probably find a bunch of things to “cry” about: How much money you make (or don’t), your social life (or lack of it), how you look, (or don’t look…), what’s working (or rather, not working…) It’s endless.
And if you really wanted to give yourself something to cry about, what could that be? I mean, things could always get worse…
And that’s the problem: We are what we think about it. And a lot of it isn’t all that good.
But it could be…
I have a dear friend. His name is Jonathan. He’s ninety-seven years old. He lives alone in an apartment in New York. He’s extremely fit; he walks a good distance around the reservoir in Central Park every single day without fail. Sometimes I walk with him. (That’s where we met…)
He’s meticulous about his diet; he eats only the healthiest (and most delicious) foods. (I know. I’ve had some wonderful dinners with him.) His weight is exactly the same as it was when he was his senior year in college…
And here’s the best part: He’s a total optimist (even ‘tho he suffered the loss of two wonderful wives.) ” Whenever Jonathan and I go for a walk, Jonathan hums a little tune…(I hum it with him.)
The words he says more frequently than any others are these: “I just can’t get over how fortunate I am…”
Okay, we know that to a large degree, “we are what we eat.” And yes, perhaps to an even larger degree, we are what we think about. And Jonathan is “long-living proof” of what life can be like if we do both…
So let’s forget what we were “crying” about!
Let’s take a page out of Jonathan’s “playbook.” Let’s “Eat well.” “Walk (or run) well.” And above all, wrap our arms around “how fortunate” we are.
And when we turn ninety-seven we’ll do a little solute to Jonathan…deal?