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  1. 1. The FIRST in Internet History.....LIVEINTERACTVE BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION.....& You are Invited (Worldprofit, Inc.)
  2. 2. Preface / IntroductionYOU ARE INVITIED....Live Interactive Birthday Celebration: February 16, 2013...Saturday...Tomorrow 7:00 PM EST.Worldprofit, Inc.Login: http://LizsWorldprofit.comall that is needed is free associate account party gifts included in associate accountNo OBLIGATION EVERType Hello when you Arrive Let Us Know You Are There...Come Party With Us!!!
  3. 3. Table of Contents1. Nobody wants you when youre old and gray. On the matter of turning 65... and other outrages.2. And run, if you will, to the top of the hill/Open your arms... Thoughts on turning 66. All theleaves have gone green.
  4. 4. The FIRST in Internet History.....LIVE INTERACTVE BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION.....& You are Invited (Worldprofit, Inc.)Nobody wants you when youre old and gray. On the matterof turning 65... and other outrages.by Dr. Jeffrey LantAuthors program note. In 1921, that sultry chanteuse with a silken voice seasoned with a touch ofhonky-tonk and lifes deflating experience -- Ethel Waters (1896- 1977) -- got up before themicrophone one fine day and belted into history a little ditty by Billy Higgins and W. BentonOverstreet. It was a swinging song with attitude... and, it turned out, with "legs", too; a song sopotent in its magic that over 50 major recording artists couldnt wait to get their vocal chords aroundit.It was "Therell be some changes made", and it included the resonating line that made us all queasy..."Nobody wants you when youre old and gray"... the line that justified an ocean or two of wildbehavior, the wild oats youd better indulge in when young and limber... before the Grim Reaperstamped your forehead with the iconic number 65 and measured you for eternity.Go now to any search engine, review your recorded choices; then "choose your poison" as GrandpaWalt used to say... but, whoever you select, take time to pay homage to Miss Waters, for she was agame old bird and after all was the first to urge us to approach olde age with dignity, composed,resigned, withered hands folded gently in your lap, glass for your false teeth at the ready -- not!Oh, no, Miss Waters celebrated not just the "you" you were... but the "you" you could be with a fewdeft changes, tweaks and tucks... all necessary so that your "golden" years are even less demure (bya long shot) than your early days; that you dont just read your Browning -- "the best is yet to be" --but live him, with plenitude and a "hey, look me over" edge, your original and unique cocktail ofdefiance, insight, and allure.Step-dad Jack and the chocolate box.He was shrunken, smaller than he had been in life... in form that is, never in spirit. And he asked me--before "forever" took him -- for chocolates. He craved them. I didnt have to think twice about whatto do. I was on the phone at once and ordered him an exuberant chocolate feast of Godivas best, thekind of assortment that a boy bent on the delights of love gives to the girl he wants to wash his shirtsand cheat on for life. Yes, it was that big. And when I called to make sure he had the package... Iwas informed this man I hardly knew... had the box open, a few already nibbled, sampled, so hecould make the best selection. And he was smiling...But thats only a part of this tale...The instant she heard ol Jack talking to me, my mother, that force of nature and approved behavior,grabbed the phone and Let Me Have It. Jack was ill, she said; Jack was dying, she said; Jack coulddie at any moment, she said, and face his Maker, as quick as you could say "Jack Robinson." Whatdid I mean by giving him, and on his death bed, too, the rich seduction that was chocolate, a foodthat could not be found amidst his recommended dietary choices, unappetizing all. Why, didnt Iknow that could kill him....? Moreover, there was no mention in Emily Post sanctioning death-bedchocolates... and thus they could not be approved, unfitting objects as they were for such an eventand its high mysteries and profound enigmas."But POM (Poor Old Mother)", I said. His cancer is terminal, he could indeed die at any moment;every doctor said so, and at such a time if theres a dance in the old galoot yet he ought to dance it...he ought to have what he wanted, the savor of life, not another moment of the semblance of life,measured out by tea spoons of this medicine, tablets of that. In short he wanted, with an insistencehttp://www.LizsWorldprofit.com Copyright Elizabeth English - 2013 4 of 10
  5. 5. The FIRST in Internet History.....LIVE INTERACTVE BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION.....& You are Invited (Worldprofit, Inc.)that comes when time is almost gone, one of lifes pleasures, not another indication and token oflifes finality.... Jack died just hours later...... POM became the Ice Queen to me for too long...But I was the gainer here... for Jack had reaffirmed a profound truth we cannot hear and contemplateoften enough... that life is for the living, that life must be lived, exulted, extolled, celebrated andsavored... and that at the end, if you want chocolates, the very best chocolates (or their equivalent)no one -- not even the well-meaning wife and scold -- should be allowed even a moment ofjeremiad, pontification, finger-pointing and condescension... "Proper behavior" be damned....Easy to say, difficult to do.Now, one can damn, and so easily, too, the bug-a-boo of "proper behavior", but the truth of thematter, an independent course is difficult to pull off. Witness my darlin mamas frosty reaction onthe matter of chocolates an instant prior to demise. We geriatric life-savors need to face up to theshibboleths and prejudices of our rigid adversaries... and become as shrewd as we are aged.Thus, start from the proposition that for the bulk of the world... but never for ones as wicked cooland winsome as we are, Age 65 is regarded as the gate through which one passes, inexorably,inevitably, slowly on account of rheumatism, arthritis and assembled other maladies attendant uponbigger and bigger birthdays; the gate through which we enter aging... through which we departdead... truly an inviting scenario... if youre into the macabre pictures of Hieronymus Bosch(1450-1516) and other mediaeval horrors. . But Hieronymus and his scarry ilk have never been mycup of tea, perhaps because of their unremitting focus on the darker side of life, its miseries, regrets,loneliness and angst about the eternity into which each of us must enter, like it or not. I am a creatureof life and light... and aim to live my credo to the very last moment... for all that I may be able to donothing more at that unique moment of finality than nibble a chocolate. Even that is enough toreaffirm my adamant belief in life, not lifes restrictions.Yet these restrictions are everywhere, built into the very heart of our youth-centered culture. Folksover 65 are lesser beings, unable to do this, incapable of doing that; past it in ways as diverse aseating corn on the cob or satisfying even the least demanding of lovers. Even more than a baby(which after all does not know better) we are held thrall to the do-nots, the should-nots, thecould-nots, instead of enjoying the thrills and growth of the why-nots.But we are not, we crew of 65 plus, babies to be protected and instructed. We are people who havelived life -- and often riotously too -- with gusto and a zest that only begins when you realize that thelife force within you is not unlimited or inexhaustible. It is its very limitation that makes itprecious... and which drives us to use it... all of it ... never letting a drop of it... any of it... drip awayunused and unregarded.We know the pleasures of life... and intend to explore each and every one of them until the enginethat drives our magnificent being can do absolutely nothing more.Thats why I tell you this: Miss Waters sings her song not for you and me who seize and savor life.For we do not need to make changes...Rather, these changes must be made by the folks -- "age-ists" every one of them -- who want us tostop living before our time, pushing us out of life, anxious to get what we have had. These folks arein the business of denial, living to block us, restrict us and chide us for ideas, thoughts and actionsthey deem unsuitable to our age and station... They are the ones who would remove us from life, nothelp us engage it.http://www.LizsWorldprofit.com Copyright Elizabeth English - 2013 5 of 10
  6. 6. The FIRST in Internet History.....LIVE INTERACTVE BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION.....& You are Invited (Worldprofit, Inc.)It is for these folks and their disapproval and disdain that Miss Waters sings her song, for theycannot be reminded often and enough..."Youre here today and then tomorrow youre gone" ...Thus I shall live my life while there is a crumb yet to enjoy. And if that bothers you or anyone, getover it... and make the changes which must be made today... for you have far greater need for themthan I do...EnvoyDr. Lant turns 65 February 16, 2012.*** We invite your comments to this article.http://www.LizsWorldprofit.com Copyright Elizabeth English - 2013 6 of 10
  7. 7. The FIRST in Internet History.....LIVE INTERACTVE BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION.....& You are Invited (Worldprofit, Inc.)And run, if you will, to the top of the hill/Open your arms...Thoughts on turning 66. All the leaves have gone green.by Dr. Jeffrey Lant.Authors program note. It is 6:31 a.m. The dawn is still struggling to arrive pushing away the chilldetritus of a yesterday now gone forever; the only part of that yesterday now extant the clearadmonition from God Himself when He turned out (half) the lights at the 2013 Superbowl Game as awarning; viz that we should be more careful, less profligate and capricious about His patrimony, themost verdant of spheres, which He created for us and where we have been so consistently wastefuland remiss; that if we cannot act as required, He will, removing it from us and certain destruction.Front page today, the subject of massive raillery and embarrassment, no doubt yesterdays clearwarning will go the way of all the many such which preceded it. Why worry as the planet, saggingunder the weight of our hubris, swoons and dies? Why indeed? After all we have 163 varieties ofchili readily at hand; more than ample for even the most finicky of eaters.But I do worry. It is a sure sign one has reached the age for Social Security, as now with a flourish Ihave, my first check slated to arrive the 20th of next month, the date some bureaucrat in the capitalhas decided I will officially exist, the bureaucrats keeping that extra money for themselves, in theway of light-fingered flunkeys throughout the ages."Jean" words and music by Rod McKuen, sung by Oliver, from the film "The Prime of Miss JeanBrodie" (1969).The tune running through the attic of my memory is one I first heard in the fall of 69, thatmomentous autumn I first arrived at Harvard for my graduate education. No decrepitude, noenfeebling arthritis, no "senior moment" of obliteration and wobbly uncertainty can ever dim theluster I first experienced just short blocks from where I am writing you now.I arrived with just $100; knew no one; had no place to live; had never been to Massachusetts and hadan incipient case of mononucleosis... and was supremely happy.It is important to remember such grand moments, not just because in a lifetime they are few andfleeting, but because when one passes through the portal of advancing age too many fixate on whatwasnt, isnt, and will never be; a sure formula for the carping and grinding bitterness that defines formost "the last of life for which the first was made"; the celebrated phrase of Robert Browning(1812-1889) my mother so cherished.So far I, at least, have kept this unhappy reality at bay... and I am grateful... and wary. For you see,this state can only be retained by unending vigilance and unflinching honesty... and there are dayswhen there is not a scintilla of either to be had. You will have such days, too, if you have not hadthem already. "Old age," the wags rightly say, "is not for sissies."Before we continue, it is time to add some music... a tune for which words like "wistful" and"bittersweet" come quickly to mind and rightly so for this song and its poetic lyrics will move youand remind you, too, that once upon a time you loved not wisely but too well.It was nominated for an Academy Award as "Best Song" in 1969, when a virtually unknown singercalled Oliver rode it to the top, his one time only. Find it now in any search engine and listencarefully. Dont rush the process either as some careless readers on the sunny side of fifty willundoubtedly do. The song is too beautiful, the lyrics too poetic, the sentiments too important forthat.http://www.LizsWorldprofit.com Copyright Elizabeth English - 2013 7 of 10
  8. 8. The FIRST in Internet History.....LIVE INTERACTVE BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION.....& You are Invited (Worldprofit, Inc.)Comfy? Then its time for "Jean"... and thoughts of love given, received, refused, repulsed, denied,dishonored, abjured, offended, glorified, celebrated, indulged, forgiven, remembered... grateful nowfor it in every moment and manifestation."Dr. Lant, please call at once..."I was at home in Cambridge when the nurse called, the matter urgent, pressing. I was scheduled tomake a trip to Illinois, to give a speech, and, of course, would stop by the nursing home to see mybeloved Grammie, Victoria Lauing. Then I got the call... no, not that she was dead, for she was toowell bred to leave us so precipitately. She kept her engagements. No, she was not dead... but shewould be, the nurse said if I didnt Do Something.Anxious, I quizzed the nurse. What was the problem? How much a crisis? What must I do?It seems my grandmother, so desirous to see me, had created, as we humans can do anywhere and atany age, a lurid fear all her own; in this case that I would come... but that she would be asleep, notin her small room smelling of medicine and listless days ... that we would thus pass like ships in thenight; never seeing each other, never seeing each other again. And against this threatening prospect,she was prepared to fight... her weapons frail, her determination absolute.Thus, my grandmother was adamant the nurse told me with a dollop of anguish in her voice, forGrammies never exhausted store of charm had touched her like all the rest; that she would stay up,fully dressed, eyes fixed upon the door I must enter, ready to greet me properly whenever I shouldcome.As a result, my darling Grammie, whose succulent meals brought to fruition with care and culinarymagic tasty and profound, was dying by inches, starving amidst all the bounty of Americasheartland. Could I please talk to her... at once? The matter was urgent.Thus driven by fear that I would be too late... and fear that I might say the wrong thing and so insome inscrutable way make a difficult situation even worse, I called.... and somehow love found thewords for me for the word smith never without the mot juste needed such help that day.I told her I loved her, the most compelling phrase in our bounteous language. Then spoke the wordsof utmost necessity; that she must eat a little something, yes, while I was there, on the phone.... thatshe must do it for me.Too, that she must then close her eyes and sleep, sleep; that I would be there soon and we wouldtalk and laugh together. And then I knew she was smiling and that smile was rich, radiant,comforting, containing the promise of still more smiles to come.Then it was time to end; we had comforted each other as those who know love may do. But she hadone more thing to say... and it was this, "Remember. Remember that while my body may be old, mybrain is a teen-agers. Someday you will know what I mean..."Thus did the conversation that had begun in fear end in relief for both of us. Then she said, her voicesteady and clear, "Good-bye now, Laddie", and I knew she was thinking of me; of those moments somany years ago, so often taken for granted, when she would right every wrong by the simpleexpedient of stroking my hair, turning my very name into a felicitous incantation, always potent,always available, a healing spell to be summoned at will.Now I know what she meant.I looked at myself in the mirror this morning, not a cursory glance but a precise reconnaissance, anecessary event requiring courage and resignation. I was if not old then on its threshold, but not thebrain, for it is sharp and ready for any adventure, any mischief and, always, for love and were I tohttp://www.LizsWorldprofit.com Copyright Elizabeth English - 2013 8 of 10
  9. 9. The FIRST in Internet History.....LIVE INTERACTVE BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION.....& You are Invited (Worldprofit, Inc.)loose all but that I should still be a man supremely happy, like I was that long ago day I arrived herefor the first time.And so I tell you this, and resolutely, too, "This is the prime of Dr. Jeffrey Lant" who will tocelebrate go out into the silvery gray of this February day when "the clouds are so low/ You cantouch them". For like Miss Jean Brodie, I am "young and alive", running swiftly to the land where"All the leaves have gone green". Come with me. "Open your arms, bonnie Jean. Come out of yourhalf-dreamed dream", and dream the rest with me, for time is short and there is much to do.http://www.LizsWorldprofit.com Copyright Elizabeth English - 2013 9 of 10
  10. 10. The FIRST in Internet History.....LIVE INTERACTVE BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION.....& You are Invited (Worldprofit, Inc.)ResourceAbout the Author Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., providing a widerange of online services for small and-home based businesses. Services include home businesstraining, affiliate marketing training, earn-at-home programs, traffic tools, advertising, webcasting,hosting, design, WordPress Blogs and more. Find out why Worldprofit is considered the # 1 onlineHome Business Training program by getting a free Associate Membership today.Republished with authors permission by Elizabeth English http://LizsWorldprofit.com.http://www.LizsWorldprofit.com Copyright Elizabeth English - 2013 10 of 10