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Health is Wealth


 

HEALTH IS WEALTH

Old School

Author: Todd Pequeen

Sometimes when I’m philosophizing I like to use the term "old America". For me this period is roughly a decade and a half and indeed a small slice of time. Which decades or for how long "old America" existed is trivial, however the concept of that era intrigues me. It was a very different culture then, a mind set with much less...want, and a place I miss at times. I chose to leave many years ago because I knew my happiness would fruit much more elsewhere.
Old America was a place where everyone rested on Sundays. Maybe not rest as in a siesta rest, but when malls don’t exist and shops have a closed sign hanging on the door instead of an open 24/7 sign, behavior changes. I remember Sundays also being a family day. A day to play, have fun, talk, and even adventure into the country for a few hours.



In old America the men seemed to be a bit tougher, capable, well-rounded, or maybe it was just the benefit of street smarts coming through. When a person needed a new roof on their house, a cement driveway, or if they finally had the means for a summer deck addition or a garage, a date would be set. With nothing but free food as a motivator a bakers dozen of men would arrive early with whatever tools they owned. The project would surely be complete by sundown. The entire experience would be one of community, sweating and laughing, and a page in the history books to be valued and remembered. Hard work with good friends to benefit the family in need. It seems to me that back then there were so many less rules, less hyper-insurance litigation mentalities. I think survival and daily fears were more relevant to the human condition back then. I never heard my classmates complain about material wealth and I do remember most of us leaving for school and then returning home with Mom at the front door smiling. Precious and irreplaceable if you ask me. I wonder if little pep-talk notes in my brown bag lunches were unique to "old America" too?
It is easy to think of old America with rose colored glasses but I can definitely say I learn my best lessons from my most difficult struggles. Yea, I had to walk to school, for almost a mile, I’m not sure if most Quepolandia readers understand notorious Buffalo, N.Y. winters. I can assure you that a blizzard contains as much beauty as a clear spring day. Try to enjoy it some time. The terrible inconvenience of having to get off the couch to change the channel on the TV was not much of a burden compared to having to go to the kitchen to answer the telephone. The only telephone in the house....with a six foot cord, rotary dial, and all the privacy in the world if the rest of the family was elsewhere. Two cars in the double driveway with automatic garage door openers...yea right! Old America was filled with all sorts of hardships. I remember triple bunk beds in the only other bedroom of our family’s house. I had to share everything with my sisters and come to think of it, I never knew any different nor did I mind that much. I even got spanked when I misbehaved and I’m very sure that I suffer no long term ill effects from that style of parenting...it really wasn’t so bad. No doubt, Mom and Dad decided what we ate, what we had to do, they were the parents, we were the kids. No confusion there. The words teen obesity, daily medications, and computer video game junkies did not exist.
Thirty-four years later I find myself living in a place more similar to Old America than New America and I am thankful. Things may take a half of day to accomplish and I don’t care. Going with the flow is the only option because rarely does "the plan" go as planned. People around here still have the time to have a spontaneous half an hour hello. Must of us linger, most of us understand the flow. Try walking around Quepos on Sunday. Much to my delight it appears people still like to take one day off a week!


Author Todd Pequeen is a graduate of the N.Y. Institute of Massage and Nationally Certified in Therapeutic Massage and Bodywork - USA. He works independently here in Quepos area at First World Massage and can be reached at 847-2010.