Tom and Don at Solvang several years ago.
Several times I've share a story or something our dear friend Tom in Texas has sent us. He's a gifted writer and has such a way of expressing his feelings. The following is another of his reflections on life and himself. I'm encouraging him to open a blog, but until that happens from time to time I will share what touches me deeply from his heart and pen.
The older I get the more I find myself reflecting on my own life and mortality. Here's what Tom has to say about it.
REFLECTION FROM TOM
Earlier today, I saw on my coffee table an assortment of coins. A typical handful of change from my jean pocket. One particularly caught my eye. Since a child coins held a fascination to me. Often, flipping through the cable channels, I pause to see what the coin channel has to offer.
Today's coin, though a familiar design, looked old. It was worn, discolored, and pitted. Closer inspection showed the date to be 1991. I was surprised. First by how recent the mintage was, and then after a quick calculation, how long ago 21 years was.
I was 41 years old. Oh to have the luster of that coin. It had seen some rough days, but so have I. The deep lines in my face, the receding hairline, the almost entirely white mane, shows the age to the most casual observer. Closer inspection demonstrates the effect of 3 strokes, the loss of 150 lbs. and a least a heartbreak or two.
Like the coin, I remain. My value, I would like to think, is greater. The history of my life is etched in every line. I am grateful to be an old man.
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