A Minority

A MINORITY

   I recently went to lunch with a friend and like we usually do we started talking about a lot of different things. He said,”What do you think it would be like to be a minority?” Well you never know where a discussion like that will take you. Both of us being over 80 years old, does not necessarily mean we are really smart, intelligent or well informed—but we have had a LOT of experience, been a lot of places and done a lot of things in our lives.

   We talked about when we were young, which is a big difference than what it is today. I guess each person has to decide if it is better or worse? We talked about when we were in the military and served our country. And of course depending on a lot of things, each one of those experiences was different. We also decided a lot of people enlisted in the Armed Service for A LOT of different reasons.

   We also discussed families, both ours and others that we knew and came to the conclusion that most of the families we knew were about like ours in many ways. (That kind of surprised me, but I do not know why.)

   We were just about finished with our lunch and I said to him,” You know what, I think we are a minority.”

   We are both over 80 years old.

   We are both Mormons.

   We are both white US Citizens.

   I am happy with my life.

   I like to talk to people, even strangers. (That is if I can get them to speak up?)

   We are both overweight.

   I love my kids, and yes I still love my wife.

   I love to be with friends.

   I have the necessities of life, and some additional comforts.

   I am proud of my ancestry.

So we kind of agreed we may both be in the minority. So if you do not think you would like to be in the minority—think again- you might decide it is not so bad?

“Touche”   

4 May 2015