It seemed funny to me that I had never thought of myself as "frail" and I mentioned this to one of my daughters. Her reply was a questioning, "Really?" So I wondered if I really knew what "frail" meant. As usual I went to the dictionary.
Possibly I do meet some, or at lease one, of those definitions and I certainly don't feel that way. This made me wonder, "Why not?" For some reason I thought of how a sword is manufactured. In case you didn't know, to make a sword you start with a piece of steel and heat it up until it is a nice glowing red color. Then you take some sort of a large hammer and begin pounding on it trying to flatten it out. After a while the red glow disappears and you reheat the metal until it's red again. Then, once again, you take the big hammer and beat the hell out of it.
In order to make a good strong sword this process must be repeated several times. In fact, the more times the metal is beat up on, the stronger it is. This made me wonder if it might not be the same for people. If so, I certainly have been through that process often enough. Perhaps that's why I feel stronger. Maybe it's just that I've had the emotional hell beat out of me enough times that I have finally attained the strength of a good sword.
That explanation was sufficient for me for a while but then my background in manufacturing came to mind. There is one very important thing I didn't mention that's required to make a good sword. You first must start with a piece of metal that has some good stuff inside. If that isn't there to begin with you can beat on it from now until eternity and you will never get a sword -- at least not a good sword.
The Old Professor
August 26, 2006