I suppose the title of this post has different meanings to different people. From recent comments, it is used to describe the “post-truth” era that many seem to think we are in. To many, the hardest years are the ones that they are currently living in. Being a history guy I have a longer view than that. But this is not at all what this post is about. 🙂
These are the first words from a quote from Helen Hays shown below
I couldn’t agree more. At the tender age of ten, I had just taken up a Jack London book entitled “White Fang”. That was my first serious look at the world beyond my front door. It opened up a world I had never imagined. Due to circumstances, I was pretty mature for a ten-year-old. My narcissistic mother had just abandoned me, my younger brother, and my dad for greener pastures. I didn’t really know what was going on but imagined it was my fault. I knew my life was going to be quite different than it had been.
Between ten and seventy were episodes that challenged me. I struggled to pay my own way through college by working forty hours a week in addition to a near full course load. I knew my social skills were lacking but I never realized the extent until years later. I would become deaf at the age of forty and was laid off at the age of fifty-four. Thankfully I had saved enough money and had enough years of employment to earn a significant pension.
It was not until the age of seventy that I finally decided that my hardest years were behind me. Social status no longer meant anything if it ever did. I simply didn’t care what others thought of me. The age of seventy was indeed at the end of my hard years.
Thanks, Helen for helping me realize that fact.
