Generational Wounds
My family and I flew to Indiana this past week to help my father-in-law pack up his house. After my wife’s mom passed, my father-in-law, Denny, decided that he could no longer stay in that home, so he sold it and is moving to Florida. Before we arrived, one of Denny’s friends, since the age of 20, came to give him a head start. So my son, who’s 15 years old, got to hang out all week with two men in their late 70s, and it was great. Those two guys are workhorses and always cracking jokes! They were the first ones up and the last ones to go to bed, and rarely did they stop moving, even though Denny’s friend had two heart attacks over the past few years. His friend told me, “The doctors say I have a bad heart so they want me to take it easy. I think it’s better that I exercise it.” And that’s what he did, regardless of what anyone told him. Their work ethic is something you don’t see as much these days, and they weren’t interested in praise. In fact, they seemed uncomfortable with it. This was a valuable experience, in spite of how horribly sad it was, because I noticed how many limiting beliefs came out of the post-World War II generation. I’ve worked incredibly hard to upgrade my mindset, awareness, behaviors, and habits so that I did not remain the kind of person I started out as. Yet, this