On Reaching 70

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Today, I turn 70 and I’m happy. To be truthful, as much relieved as happy, perhaps more so.
Fifteen years ago I was sure the end was near, I was miserable in many ways, a damaged lower back which surgery didn’t cure, lousy osteoarthritis in the right hip, a mild stroke, and frequent and sustained bouts of depression where I went for days without speaking to anyone. On a few occasions I did think about a self-induced end but fought off the thought each time by telling myself how selfish it would be and how unfair to those close to me.
Then a recovery of sorts, a more positive outlook and disposition, a new calm, a new tolerance of self and of others and the understanding that the heart must rule. Fifteen years on, I’m still here.
I don’t travel these days, only in my mind. I still walk in…

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Memoirs of a Hayseed Physicist by Peter Martel

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Part 29:
My First University:
Every now and then, Normal Paul Peterson, would convoke a meeting to discuss more important discoveries. One that sticks out in my mind was about the clitoris. His lecture, complete with blackboard illustrations, was a revelation to me; women it seemed could
enjoy fantasizing as much as men. My father had never enlightened me on the subject.

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With permission of the author. This is an on going story one paragraph at a time beginning on the post of July 6th. We will get back to our music and art after this little break.

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