Can Old Age be Beautiful?

[Hockeycowboy]

I to am replying more to the title than your post.

Can Old Age be Beautiful?

If old age is Beautiful, all I can say is beauty sure is painful and crippling.

I have had close to 500 stitches put in me, and that is just in my face and head. Who knows how many total in the rest of my body. I don't know if people are just being nice, but they say it adds character and a rugged manliness to me. Maybe so, but every year as I get more Beautiful, it hurts a little more.

My goodness! What happened? Car accident?

 

[Deeje]

More water? Meditation? Laughter? Those things can make it more graceful too.

Probably not enough water.....I meditate (in the Biblical way) often and I have a ridiculous sense of humor.

Oh, heres a big one. Get free of this evil world system.

Been out of there for 46 years. Just waiting for Jesus to bring his Kingdom and rid the world of its wickedness. (Daniel 2:44) Not long now I hope. How much worse can things get? Probably a lot going by Bible prophesy.

Enough sleep too. I hear green tea helps.

I could always do with more sleep.....and I drink herb tea. So I am trying......there is just too much working against me....genetically speaking.

Just was well Adam will not be resurrected, I think there would be a long queue to dong him on the head .

 

[Misunderstood]

My goodness! What happened? Car accident?

Yaaa, something like that. 1986 a really really bad year. And not just for what happened to me.

 

[Misunderstood]

Probably not enough water.....I meditate (in the Biblical way) often and I have a ridiculous sense of humor.

I would love to see more of that, it seems women love a man with a good sense of humor; they find it very attractive. So maybe as you hone your sense of humor, you are becoming more attractive by the day.

Just was well Adam will not be resurrected, I think there would be a long queue to dong him on the head .

Is this part of that ridicules sense of humor? For some reason I find this very funny.

 

[Hockeycowboy]

Yaaa, something like that. 1986 a really really bad year. And not just for what happened to me.

My bad year was the next: 1987.

I had to change everything....different surroundings (moved across the country)....everything!

2000 was awful, too!

 

[osgart]

If the world revolves around sexual attraction then old age is indeed miserable. But that life is more then about sex, old age is beautiful.

You may be 77 years old but that is still young compared to eternity.

I am 47 , and i like to know that life is more then about sex as you get older. I dont desire to live my youth again anyway. The less i need the better i feel. Im all about losing worldly attachments.

Its that inner beauty that shines through in old age. A life of true love.

 

[Misunderstood]

My bad year was the next: 1987.

I had to change everything....different surroundings (moved across the country)....everything!

2000 was awful, too!

Yes, it was an accident. I rolled a semi truck pulling a loaded 53 foot refer trailer. Part of the load was about 10,000 pounds of Ammonium Nitrate, it wasn't as bad back then, but the police and fire departments got pretty excited when they were told what was in the load.

I was coming around a corner and it just didn't feel right, I looked in the mirrors and saw the trailer going over. I thought oh ----, I pulled the trailer brakes on to hold me out straight and watched. From that point on it seemed like time just almost stopped, the trailer hung there for a time as the truck tried to hold it up, but I think the frame of the truck was just being wound like a spring, because when it could not hold any longer it unwound and threw the trunk over like someone just swatted it over hard onto the drivers side. The windshields blew out, glass was flying everywhere.

The mirror on the drivers side came through the window on that side as my face went into the mirror, and asphalt. Well we finally came to a stop, but the truck was still running and I wanted to get it shutdown. I couldn't get it from inside and went outside to try and break off a fuel line. As I was trying, I saw this red fluid streaming onto the ground, I thought ATF fluid, but thought this truck does not have any. So I focused my sight in closer and could see my face hanging and blood streaming off of it. I though oh I'm bleeding, and grabbed a roll of paper towels and rolled em around my hand and held it against my face. The funny thing is I never felt a thing, it didn't hurt one bit at the time. Anyway, I was able to get the fuel off and shutdown. By then people were beginning to assemble. When I turned towards everyone to walkaway as I was going to find a place to sit down, everyone just stopped and stepped back parting a path for me to go through. After I sat down they did come over and started helping. Just kind of funny how shocked everyone was and their reaction.

Well I ended up at the hospital which would have been really nice under different circumstances. When I was brought in a nurse met the stretcher as I was being brought to a trauma room, other techs and nurses gathered as I was rolled in and everyone started hooking me up to all these monitors and made sure I was stable. She stayed with me for the next eight hours while I was being treated. Pretty cute redhead that gave me her full attention, if I needed anything she would take care of it. After all that it was just her and I, she was washing off the blood, digging out glass and bandaging some of the minor wounds. Then the doctor comes in, he asks the nurse what the problem is, she dons't say anything but kind of indicates my head which is bandaged up by the ambulance crew. He loosens one of the tension bands and pulls back just a little of the bandage, puts it back down and says 'I'm not doing that' and walks out, doesn't tie the bandage back or say anything else, just walks out. I could tell the nurse was pretty upset by that, she just glared at him as he left and didn't say a thing. She went back to work on me and neither her or I said a thing for a while. I finally said my back was kind of hurting, which got her talking a lot, asking questions about it, where it hurt and how. I said I didn't think it was major but like it had been skinned or something.

Out came her scissors, and she cut up my sleeves and up the sides of the shirt so she could get it off. She cleaned glass from under me and dug out more glass. Then she cut up my pant legs and opened them up to get everything there. Now like I said under different circumstances it may have been enjoyable, but not that day, she started running her hands down my pants and pulling out glass and rocks and whatever else out. She worked on me for about an hour after the doctor left till another one arrived. He came in and asked how I was and told me his name, that he was off duty and was called in, he informed me he was a plastic surgeon and he would be taking care on me. I said I was sorry to take him away from his family. He told me he was glad he was called away, they were going to camp in the backyard and he was having to put up a tent. He said he was glad he got out of that one. I don't think he meant it, but it made me feel better that he was trying to make me feel better. Well any way the two of them went to work on me for the next six hours sewing re-sectioning (I still am not sure what that means), grafting and tying off, well into the middle of the night.

Now I never get my picture taken, always wear a long sleeve shirts and long pants, I never wear shorts or short sleeve shirts. Even though, I am told I have a rugged handsomeness. I don't buy it.






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[Hockeycowboy]

Wow, @Misunderstood, what an ordeal you had!

I’m sure very few have gone through an accident like that! Even more amazing is that you seemed alert through the whole thing!

If you had been knocked out, you might not be here....it might have exploded. And others killed, too.

Thank goodness for that!

We never know when Jehovah God may intervene in our lives....Ecclesiastes 8:9 tells us good and bad events can happen on their own.....He never causes our trials, though (James 1:13).....maybe God did here. You do seem like the sort of person He’d be interested in. Acts of the Apostles 10:34-35; Psalms 34:15.