By Dick Juhl
“Time began so that everything didn’t happen at once.”
Someone recently said that to me. I thought that was a neat way to turn a phrase. As I began to mull over what that could mean, it seems that there are times when it does feel like everything is happening all at once. I don’t know about you, but when I am in a hurry, the traffic is stopped up, horns are blowing, tempers flare, and we seem to be getting nowhere. It is all happening “at once.” I once put a very hot pan on the kitchen counter without thinking it might scorch the surface (it did). My hands flew to the hot pan, I burned my fingers and dumped the pot into the sink. It all happened, it seemed, “at once.”
It isn’t always bad to have something happen at once. While on choir tour with the Grand View Choir in the early 1950s, I noticed a pretty girl sitting alone on a seat ahead of me. I went up to talk with that girl, and we fell in love that very day. It happened all at once. Rita and I now approach our 60th anniversary, and that too seems to have happened all at one time.
It seems such a short time since we were raising our four children. Of course, they now are grown up (most are in their 50s now) but that too seems to have happened all at once. Does that seem the same to any of you?
When we were young the years went on forever, and the days just flew by. Now it seems just the opposite -- the years fly by and the days are slower. A physics major could probably explain that, not me. I am so grateful to reach old age. It is a “privilege not granted to everyone.”
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