Love! More Than Eternal Youth

                                   


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                          Love! More Than Eternal Youth


         John, a tall, blue eyed, blond haired, good looking, sweet heart of a senior, was not himself today nor had he been right for about three months now; I know as his smile has turned into a frown.     It's difficult to be unhappy here at the "Youthful Seniors' Center" with its cheerful and responsible staff, good food and happy living; we're as newly powdered babies being nurtured with care.  My friend just seemed distraught lately, as a victim of the bluest of blues; he just appears to be in some kind of a mental depression.  No kind words, no drinking coffee with any of us, no sitting and reading in the common area all of which has been his usual custom.  Though he is 89, yet looks 60, he drives his car.  All of us are in our 80's except Francis; he's 92, and only John drives.  I'm Phil, John Earnesto's best friend and have enjoyed playing cards and watching TV with him on a regular basis.  I've known him for nearly four years, but all of this summer, he has performed as never before.  Right after breakfast, without even saying good by, he has been driving off like a sailor on a mission and doesn't return until dinner time looking as if he lost all of his money or a doctor has given him six months to live.

         This night, though, a miraculous thing happened; while the piping hot, tantalizingly fregrant seafood dinner was being lovenly served, John sauntered merily in the front door, and I realized he was different than of late.  He was smiling. "John," I raised my voice in jubilation, "John, we're having salmon; come on over and join me for dinner."  I wanted to discover why his mood had changed from being an unlucky sour puss for a such a long while to now being happier than before his sadness had set in.

         "Hi, John, wha's up?"

         "Phil," John said, "Sompen like Christmas grabbed me like when I was a kid; I'm not surprized, a gal gave me shock treatment. I been more than born again; I been given a new beginin by a dove from above."

         John's continence was so cheerful, he couldn't keep still, but jestured with excitment; the thought darted crossed my mind that he may have just won the lottery. 

         "My heart's been given a careful, classical, caring caress, my man," John said.

         It was unmistakably easy to see he was in an exceptionally improved state of mind; not only was he charmingly cheerful, but just beamed with a certain mystical youthful grace-his hands, no his whole body emphasized his statements.

         "Most wonderful buddy," I said. "How'ed this new you come about, my man?"

         "Philly, look at this photo; take a look."  John handed me a 5X7 glossy, color photograph of a strikingly lovely woman that appeared to be in her late 50's or early 60's.  The photo reminded me of those New York magazines with those classical women pictured on full pages.

         "She is a really a beautiful woman!" I said.  The picture showed her to have lovely hair that partially hid her most refreshing face that had been made up to perfection, and she was dressed as if she had been to modeling school; she even looked like a senior model in her pastel full length dress with matching hand bag and shoes.

         "Right, a beautiful woman," he said.  "This beauty is a young sweetheart who has just taken 12 years off of my life."

         I felt deep down that Johnnie may have been right; this feeling, and I have had feelings like these before that proved out being correct, was leading me to believe that he may very well have found a lovely partner-a soul mate.

          "Day after day for bout three months, Mary, her name's Mary Jensen, and I  been seein each other," said John.  " We'd go out for a walk, out for lunch, sip on a little wine in the mall, visit her sister, go for a boat ride on the lake; weve even gone to the movies.  No matter how hard I tried, and I have tried as hard as a fish out of water tries to get back in, I could not persuade her to express her heart's true sentiments.  I wanted know just what her heart was telling her regarding me.  This has been so rough, I began loosing confidence in myself.  Well, today she, under no uncertain terms, let me know what I have been dreamin about all summer; she most definitely wants me for her lover man." 

         I asked if he could see her as being totally and truly sincere.  I would hate to see John hurt over a woman's insincere seducing ways.

         "Is Mary sincere?  Is Mary sincere?  Was the Mother of God sincere?  Man?  I was stunned to witness the love exuding from her soul as she whispered in my ear, 'I wish you would be mine forever, John' "

         "Phil, Mary has given me the fountain of youth."
                                           
                                           
 

ID: 1597727   (Rated: E) Love! More Than Eternal Youth  A senior finds love at 89 years old. by chip

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