This week I attended a 92nd birthday celebration for a good friend. Nothing unusual about that, you say? This gathering was not just unusual, it was fun, thought provoking, and rare. The honoree was a man, the party was planned and hosted by his wife of 60+ years. All the guests were women, fondly referrred to and accepted with joyful smiles, as 'the chics."
Our birthday fellow got to speak to his chic friends. No notes. Memories and magic. His focus was not on pride in his many accomplishments and awards. It was on gratitude. He was grateful for his family, and named each one. He was grateful for friends. For the opportunity to serve - his country, his community, and those in need of support. Gratitude oozed out of every pore of his being.
The chics beamed. Their admiration and inspiration had been well placed. This was their friend who helped shatter the glass ceiling because it was the right thing to do. Because it was just. Because he was grateful for the opportunity to create needed change.
Once again - that magic word - gratitude - speaks calmy over the years. The proof it works was on display as we listened to our friend.
Here's to age 93 and and beyond.
One of the grateful chics.
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