Agreement
I have always valued the advice and opinions of senior citizens. Having lived as long as they have you know they have learned a few things about most every subject related to human nature. The pearls of wisdom do make sense to me and I have, over the years, incorporated them into my mental framework.
I had the opportunity to talk with a lady who is approaching her 48th year of marriage. Her advise to a lasting relationship was poignant and on the mark. She told me the key to a long-term marriage is the ability to agree. You need to agree on most everything concerned in your life with your partner. If you can’t agree, she told me, then what is the use? I had to agree with that statement. As an example, she related to me an incident in her third year of marriage, a year before I hit this planet hungry and demanding. It seems her husband was being particularly adamant about a subject in which she didn’t agree with. She tells me that to end the argument she slowly poured some water on his head and ever since that day it has been wedded bliss. Trying to take the moral of the story at face value and attempting to determine what it should mean to me was, at first, difficult. Her patience with me was remarkable as I posed questions. I had to agree that cooperation is essential and that I would have to reconcile myself to it. Never being one to forget a favor someone has bestowed on me I had to conclude she was right. But, as I pointed out to my esteemed honored elder, I have never found a woman who would agree with me.
I had the opportunity to talk with a lady who is approaching her 48th year of marriage. Her advise to a lasting relationship was poignant and on the mark. She told me the key to a long-term marriage is the ability to agree. You need to agree on most everything concerned in your life with your partner. If you can’t agree, she told me, then what is the use? I had to agree with that statement. As an example, she related to me an incident in her third year of marriage, a year before I hit this planet hungry and demanding. It seems her husband was being particularly adamant about a subject in which she didn’t agree with. She tells me that to end the argument she slowly poured some water on his head and ever since that day it has been wedded bliss. Trying to take the moral of the story at face value and attempting to determine what it should mean to me was, at first, difficult. Her patience with me was remarkable as I posed questions. I had to agree that cooperation is essential and that I would have to reconcile myself to it. Never being one to forget a favor someone has bestowed on me I had to conclude she was right. But, as I pointed out to my esteemed honored elder, I have never found a woman who would agree with me.