That line from Disney’s Carousel of Progress just popped into my head as i begin to write this morning’s five blog posts.
Awoke 70 minutes ago (at 4am) with eight hours of sleep. On my second cup of hot water and have finished the normal reading and meditating/praying that clears the runway for writing.
Today’s theme will revolve around hopeful aging.
Living in a senior facility with daily trips to the adjacent nursing home has overwhelmed my thinking.
Is there a point in the aging process where the obstacles become too great to overcome?
Does there exist a valid and acceptable line we can cross where a lifetime of hope and faith crumble away?
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He was unassuming in midlife. Arriving early, i introduced myself but never mentioned i am a speaker too.
He was much better than i had expected. Shame on me for stereotyping.
His energy, enthusiasm, stage presence, and subject matter expertise was exceptional. When i had asked how many times he had given this presentation, he said it was over 2,000.
He was polished.
And then something unexpected happened, and as a speaker with no influence, i watched helplessly from the last row. The audience’s attention slowly started unraveling after an hour. We still had 45 minutes to go. It got worse.
Not once in the hour and 45 minute speech, for example, was the audience invited to stand up. Not once was the audience invited to do something fun or silly.
Being polished is a double-edged sword.
A room of 300 teens after lunch is a handful – all the way to the finish line.
Insight: i’m thinking deeply about my presentations, especially the second halves.
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