There is a quote floating around somewhere out there in cyberspace that was apparently falsely attributed to popular comedian Bill Cosby. However, It does come from a brief essay written about the status of today's world.
There is a quote floating around somewhere out there in cyberspace that was apparently falsely attributed to popular comedian Bill Cosby. However, It does come from a brief essay written about the status of today’s world.
Whoever the author is, he indeed included some profound statements about the condition of mankind written from the perspective of someone older and wiser than many of those currently in charge of the planet.
The quote (paraphrased) goes something like this: “I’m tired but I’m glad to be 76. Because mostly, I’m not going to have to see the world these people are making. I’m just sorry for my grandchildren and their grandchildren. Thank God I’m on the way out and not on the way in.”
I am afraid to speculate as to what kind of world the next generation will live in. We are already being told that it is politically correct to accept things that are morally wrong and to turn our backs on values that we know God wants us to cling.
The world, as I once knew it, has been turned upside down.
Hollywood and the media are constantly bombarding us with what we should be accepting as the politically correct morals or lack of morals of the day. Frankly, I’m already tired of having to be so cautious about turning on the TV in fear of what the grandchildren will see or hear on any given program.
I am also tired of Joyce and I having to look over our shoulders every time we get out of the car and prepare to enter our house. People, and not just those in Phillips County, are buying guns to protect themselves. I never thought I would live to see the day we would have to arm ourselves like they did in the days of the wild, wild West.
Sometimes, when I talk to younger people I get the strong impression that they think I am making up some far fetched fairy tale when I tell them that my family never had to lock the doors of our home from intruders when we went to bed at night. On windy nights, we placed a wooden chair against the front door just to keep the cold north wind from blowing it wide open in the middle of the night.
A home invasion was when the neighbors stopped by for a visit or to watch television. Banks and perhaps liquor stores were the only businesses that were equipped with burglary alarms.
God truly blessed me by allowing me to live during the greatest period of time in the greatest country on Earth. He’s also allowed me the opportunity to partially make a living writing about those “good old days.”
However, I get a little tear in my eye when I wonder as to what the “good old days” will consist of for my grandchildren.