By Ian Jay Germaine ——Bio and Archives--October 11, 2010
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“Youth is not a time of life. It is a state of mind. It is not a matter of ripe cheeks, red lips, and supple knees; it is a freshness of the deep springs of life. Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over love of ease. This often exists in a man of fifty more than a boy of twenty. Nobody grows old by merely living a number of years. People grow old only by deserting their ideals. Years wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, doubt, self-distrust, fear and despair, scar the long years that bow the head and turn the growing spirit back to oust. Whether seventy or sixteen, there is in every being’s heart the love of wonder, the sweet amazement at the stars and the star like things and thoughts, the undaunted challenge of events, the unfailing childlike for what next, and the joy and the game of life. You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt; as young as you self-confidence, as old as your fear; as young as your hope, as old as your despair. In the central place of your heart there is a wireless station. So long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage, grandeur and power from the earth, from men and the infinite so long are you young. When the wires are all down and all the central place of your heart is covered with snows of pessimism and the ice of cynicism, then have you’ve grown old indeed and may God have mercy on your soul….”I look forward to all my readers spreading the word, going to the polls on November 2 and pledging never to give away easily the rights of freedom and self determination.
Something to say in retirement to keep the sanity we have come to love. I’m a conservative and marketer, since age 5 and Vietnam Vet. 1964-1968 U.S.N.. Living in the Houston area 32 years with a Multi-National Oil Co., SF Ca. for 10 years, in Fla. 18 years and born in N.Y.
My historical family are Russian Jewish immigrants circa 1912 Ellis Island. Now is the time to say what is on my mind.