At Home, Who Am I?

| 8/11/2015 3:51:00 PM

Connie MooreThe other day I answered the telephone by saying, “Moore residence, this is the gardener speaking, how can I help you?”

Needless to say, the caller was startled into a moment of silence. Finally laughter came over the line and a familiar voice said, “Hi, Connie, are you trying to pull my leg?”

I referred to the fact that I had been outside with my hands in the dirt pulling weeds when the phone rang and I answered it. Therefore, I was the gardener.

At other times I could just as well have answered, “This is the cook” or “This is the housekeeper.” All of which would have been correct, taken either as single jobs or as accumulated work.

The reason I bring this up is that sometimes the older we get, the more we tend to minimize what we’ve done with our lives. Regrets seep into thoughts like rainwater seeping slowly into a room. Sooner or later it builds up to a destructive force that threatens to tear apart walls and possessions.

Well, in old age it is best to look, not at the whole picture, but at jobs held. By breaking down a life’s work into specific jobs one can tally up a grand total that is more than years lived.