Touching the Ancient One

July 26, 2006
    I had a conversation last night with my Aunt Mary Harvey that makes me appreciate the joy of life and living; it’s not the first time Mary has given me that lift. She’s in her eighties and has been active all her life. She and her husband Bill have been bowlers for many years with showcases full of trophies to show for it. Mary is legally blind now. Our conversation went something like this:
    Mary said, “I can’t see the marks on the boards anymore, but I can still get the ball in the pocket pretty good.”
    “You’re still bowling? I’d just assumed . . . “
    “Sure . . . been bowling a long time.”
    “But you can’t hardly see!”
    “Memory’s still good. You don’t forget how to bowl.”
    “Incredible!”
    “The last time I bowled, I  broke two hundred in all three games.”
    “No . . . “
    “One of my teammates told me he wished I’d gone blind a long time ago.” She laughed heartily. “I still love to bowl.”
    And I sure do love my Aunt Mary.
Rupert