No, Edy, I didn't feel comfortable on Facebook with its overwhelming population of people under 55 years of age to reveal that I was 80 years old yesterday. Our culture is unlike the Far Eastern cultures where old age is revered, where the elderly are treasured and their wisdom passed down from generation to generation. I once received an Email which was intended for someone else but as it sometimes happens, it was sent to the wrong person. It was in a chat room I belonged to. Two young women were talking about a project they wanted the chat room to take on and one of them said, "We ought to bounce this off Mariane before we present it to the entire group but on second thought, she probably wouldn't have much to contribute at her age." I don't know if the gal ever discovered her mistake in sending it to me. I decided to ignore it and it was business as usual. No one ever mentioned it.
I don't mind at all telling my buddies on the porch my age because I am grateful to the Lord for surviving that awful head-on collision years ago which by any measurement should have taken my life. But it seemed prudent not to broadcast it on Facebook. Some who have known me all my life did mentioning my age on my timeline since it was a milestone, but that's ok. They deleted it after I explained it to them.
So I've reached that age that many never reach and I thank God for the extra years he has given to me. I would have missed seeing my beautiful grandchildren who indeed light up my life and I would have missed meeting all of you, my dear friends..
"O Jesus, Jesus, dearest Lord, forgive me if I say
For very love, thy sacred name, a thousand times a day.
O Jesus, Lord, with me abide; I rest in Thee whate'er betide.
Thy gracious smile is my reward. I love, I love Thee, Lord.