In a certain society (in which the citi­zens were most "enlightened") there were many questions and disagree­ments. One of those citizens was a medical doctor who had many patients coming to him for divers and sundry diseases, and happily, most were healed. This was good, for all men need to have strong, healthy bodies.

It came to pass that a certain young lady came to the good doctor. As she sat before him, she had a small child (one who had just had her first birth­day) on her lap. She was a beautiful child, and obviously was a great % light to her mother. "What could pos­sibly be wrong with this young woman?" wondered the good doctor, for she appeared to be the picture of good health. Thinking to himself, "perhaps something is amiss with the child; but it too looks perfectly healthy. .. mmm??" Then the young woman explained to the benevolent doctor her plight. Behold, she was pregnant (two months) with yet an­other child. "This is wonderful," the doctor thought to himself, "for this young woman desires that I become her doctor in bringing into the world another beautiful child."

But no ... the young woman had an­other request. "Good doctor," said she, "I have a tragic problem. You see, I simply cannot afford two children, and now I come seeking an abortion. I want you to assist me in terminating my pregnancy." After all, this was the accepted thing of the day, and seemed to be a simple solution to the problem. And best of all, the "enlightened citi­zens" would not criticize nor condemn her for it. And so she looked forward to being free of another child.

But the good doctor answered and said unto her, "Behold, I have a better solution. It will be much cheaper and safer for you, for you will not be risking your health. Since you cannot afford two babies, why do you not just leave the young child on your lap with me and I will kill her instead? You may then leave my office, have your other baby without the risk of artifi­cially terminating the life of the baby who is presently living inside your body."

"How cruel!" cried the young woman - "what kind of barbarian are you to suggest such a thing as this!?" The good doctor then watched her go away sorrowful, for she had been much brainwashed by her "enlightened soci­ety" into thinking the living, pulsing life within her was not truly a human being. Truly, the legs of the lame are not equal. - Bill Moseley

 

 

 

I was once tactfully reminded by a waitress at Denny's that I could order from the "Senior Citizens" menu (ouch). Well, I couldn't change what my birthdays have made me, so I took advantage of it. But there are some things I hope I never forget as I get older.

One of them is that years may wrinkle the skin, but lack of enthusiasm will wrinkle the soul. I hope I can mellow gracefully, and not just become rotten . .. that I don't live in the past so as to forget the future.

I hope I can remember, while saving for old age, to also lay up a few pleas­ant memories. May I never resent getting older - lots of folks are denied that privilege. And that I can get older gracefully as well as gratefully. And I hope I can remember that we don't stop laughing because we get older, but we get older because we stop laughing. May I learn not only to respect old age, but to approach it with caution - it may be that the only thing to go off on time will be the alarm clock!

Old age - its coming to all of us - so be ready to face it! - Bill Moseley