Julie is Marcel’s new-found friend. Interestingly, Julie’s daughter, Anna, decided to check Marcel out. One day, Anna called Marcel and asked him to meet her in the common room downstairs. Anna wanted to know all there was to know about Marcel.
Marcel had previously prepared his resume in order to obtain a good place to live in Williamsburg, so Marcel smiled at Anna and presented his profile:
Marcel Wade, Ph.D., is a retired corporate research scientist and an octogenarian Asian American. Marcel’s experience in the West commenced about 60 years ago as an international student at a Canadian University. He completed his doctorate in biomedical science. During his stay in Canada, Marcel fell in love with Sonia, an Asian-Western woman who was also a graduate student. They got married and had a beautiful daughter named Abigail. Marcel moved back to his native state, Jammu, and Kashmir, in India. Due to political turmoil in the country, Marcel and his family transferred to the United States about 50 years ago. Following an initial struggle, Marcel found a position as a research scientist with a food company in New York; he worked there while living with his family in Westchester County, New York. After retirement, Marcel and his wife moved to Maui, Hawaii, while their daughter continued her studies at Columbia University. Abigail became a doctor and is currently a practicing physician in Hawaii. Her husband, John, is also a doctor, and they live on the main island of Hawaii. Marcel’s wife, Sonia, left Marcel to be with an artist; she said goodbye to Marcel and got married. Marcel then left Maui and settled in Williamsburg, Virginia.
Marcel voluntarily showed Anna the report he had received from one of the neurological psychologists who had tested him for many psycho-neurological abnormalities, including behavior. One sentence in this report stated, “Marcel is a good man.” Since Marcel wanted to be Julie’s friend and knew that Anna took care of her mother, he felt that Anna had the right to know all about him. Marcel did not mind this as he has nothing to hide. Marcel considers himself to be a high-quality person. Anna was happy to find out that her mother has a good friend. Julie can take care of herself only up to a certain point and therefore has a companion service dog.
At our old age we tend to lose control of ourselves quite often. I just learned myself how to stop me from getting out of control. Actually my clinical psychologist gave me the idea. I tried and it works every time!
I am sharing!
Defy Mind Aging.
A mind does not age, does it? If it does, it ages to perfection; like aged wine.
The cognitive function of the brain may appear to decline with age, but scientific evidence is forthcoming to demonstrate that aging brain can even work better with life experiences in an otherwise healthy individual. It’s the mind that always remains young. What is wisdom? How the oldest old get so wise? To many of us, wisdom is constructed of a few interrelated dimensions, such as self-knowledge, a thorough understanding of others, life skills and knowledge, and experience. Wise judgment is the ability to absorb, integrate and apply information to one’s life and seeing through the complexity of a situation and finding the right direction. A wise develops wisdom through reflection and integration of what they know and apply to create something more meaningful by engaging and synthesizing a new idea, entity giving a new significant identity.
The aging mind is like Nature. Nature does not age either! It is the things in the Nature that may become old and then disappears to nowhere to complete the life-cycle. Nature has its cycle too, governed by the law of the universe and the Supreme power. A mind is like a flower in your garden of life. A human life has a mind, and it is aways young and beautiful. It can create and wait till the cycle ends and then joins the soul of the body. Leaves idea seeds around it. Some regrow there; some are swept away by the wind, nature’s friend. Sometimes humans move them for their purpose. No matter what, the mind grows through human bodies, and it is always young and beautiful.
Here is a story.
About six months ago, my wife and I went to a local art show where talented artists exhibit their talents in individual booths in an organized way. We noticed that one of the artists put a big canvas standing up on the ground having lots of paints and brushes around. It was open to everybody. Anyone could paint on it, anywhere, with any color they liked. We just stood there and watched. People are having fun on the canvas with brushes and colors. It was fun to watch. On the ground just beneath the painting where it stood up on a stand, there appeared some mud. A young boy about twelve-year-old stood there for a while and put his left hand down the ground, muddled his whole palm and put on the canvas. He kept doing it over and over and again on the same spot until it became a mud painted palm. It appeared to us that the boy was expressing a new idea of a change of the color of paint by putting a contrast with a mud-stained paint. The artist lady seating there encouraged the young mind to put mud shade on the canvas whatever way the boy wanted. We watched the show for a little while and moved on to the next. On our way back we stopped by that place where the canvas was still standing up. To our amazement, most of the palm mud impression drew by the kid on the art looked very different. It appeared as if a colorful skirt of a young girl was painted around, keeping a flat mud-stained palm on it. It looked stunning. It was beautiful. The owner of the canvas must be proud of her day’s outcome. She was packing up and about to leave. I could not resist asking the owner lady about it. She pointed out a man in a wheelchair nearby who redrew the painting. I was stunned. He was an ancient man and a young mind within that had changed it to a beautiful paint of a muddled hand on the waist of a young girl? His mind is still young and beautiful. I waved my hand towards him, and he nodded back. What a brilliant mind. We left.