It was June 15, and in two days I would be turning thirty. I was afraid that the best years were now behind me.
As I greeted my my 79-year-old friend Nicholas, he noticed I wasn’t full of my usual energy and asked if there was anything wrong. I told him I was feeling anxious about turning thirty. I asked him, “What was the best time of your life?”
He replied, “When I was a child in Austria and everything was taken care of for me and I was nurtured by my parents, that was the best time of my life.”
“When I got my first job and had responsibilities and got paid for my effort, that was the best time of my life.
“When I met my wife and fell in love, that was the best time of my life.”
“When we cam to Canada, and started a family, that was the best time of my life.”
“And now, Joe, I am seventy-nine years old. I have my health, I feel good and I am in love. This is the best time of my life.”
Plenty of people miss their share of happiness, not because there never found it, but because they didn’t stop to enjoy it.
– William Feather
