BREAKING OUT OF JAIL

One of the fringe benefits of doing “enrichment lectures” for Princess Cruises is that, at various times, Sherry and each of our children have accompanied me. We’ve had wonderful times together.nnOnce, when our youngest daughter, Amanda, was with me she asked a question that has sort of stuck with me. The conversation took place some years ago but, if my memory serves me correctly, it took place while we were having breakfast in the beautiful Horizon Court of the Sun Princess. She suddenly asked, “Dad, do you feel old?”nnI was so taken back, all I could say was, “WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘Do I feel old?’” “Well, you are getting up there,” she replied. Of course, to someone who at the time was in her early twenties I guess everyone over thirty was “getting up there.”nnThe thought was planted, though. Somewhat like the golfer whose friend asked on the tee box, “Do you inhale or exhale at the top of your swing?”, her question pops into my mind at odd moments. Recently, I thought of it while writhing in pain. It all started innocently enough, while I was at Mom’s house tending to her dog, while she was in the hospital.nnI’m never quite sure if her chow is going to lick me or devour me. Normally, when feeding him, I open the sliding glass door just enough to permit me to stand in the opening and drop his food in the dish. That way he doesn’t slip through the door and into the living room. This particular day, I had to go completely outside to check his water bowl at the back of the house. When I returned to the door – surprise! I’d locked myself out! The key I had would not unlock that door, and there was a pad lock on the gate to the fence. I was in jail!nnFiguring that no one I could call on the cell phone would be able unlock the gate, I began to plan my escape. It would be a simple matter of climbing on top the dog house and then to the top of the six foot privacy fence. From there I would leap to the ground.nnI never knew that a six foot drop gave you so much air time. It was while in the air that I began to think, “This is really a stupid idea.” Suddenly, as my fall came to an abrupt stop, the thought changed to, “This is a PAINFULLY stupid idea.” I had injured my left heel and right knee. Great! “How long will I be laid up?” immediately became the burning question. nnFortunately, the knee healed in a day or two. Several weeks after the incident my heel is still sore. It, too, will heal and the injury will be forgotten.nnWhat won’t be forgotten are a couple of lessons. First of all, the next time risk is involved I’ll factor in ability and age versus benefits. And, though at fifty something, I won’t be putting arbitrary limits on what I can and can’t do, I will consider that injury is often more likely and longer lasting than when I was twenty. Secondly, I’ll remember that while it may be true that age is mind over matter (and that if you don’t mind it doesn’t matter), a corollary “barber-osophy” is equally true. nnBARBER-OSOPHY: When it comes to our health, if we fail to use the mind to take care of the matter, age will matter sooner than we think. nnCopyright 2004, Sumerlin EnterprisesnnPermission is granted to reprint this article as long as a link to www.barber-osophy.com is included.