Press "Enter" to skip to content

Dear Next Generation: Youth Gone? Never

Her hair was white. Her cheeks, though pink, were covered with wrinkles, a network of deep, crisscrossed lines. The little girl who came to see her pondered all this, then asked gravely, “Are you an old lady?” Slow to respond but with a once quick mind, she said, “No, honey.” Her eyes, still bright with an unquenchable spirit, held a twinkle. “Not exactly. But I must say, honey, that I’ve been young for a mighty long time.” This story came to my mind from somewhere out there. It’s hard to grow old. I might better say it’s hard to grow older. But I think it’s even harder to grow up. There’s no way of stopping the inevitable slowing down of the bodily processes. Happily for all of us, though, while we lose the outward signs of our youth, it is possible to retain forever that same buoyant, hopeful spirit that …

Dear Next Generation: Youth Gone? Never

Her hair was white. Her cheeks, though pink, were covered with wrinkles, a network of deep, crisscrossed lines. The little girl who came to see her pondered all this, then asked gravely, “Are you an old lady?” Slow to respond but with a once quick mind, she said, “No, honey.” Her eyes, still bright with an unquenchable spirit, held a twinkle. “Not exactly. But I must say, honey, that I’ve been young for a mighty long time.” This story came to my mind from somewhere out there. It’s hard to grow old. I might better say it’s hard to grow older. But I think it’s even harder to grow up. There’s no way of stopping the inevitable slowing down of the bodily processes. Happily for all of us, though, while we lose the outward signs of our youth, it is possible to retain forever that same buoyant, hopeful spirit that …