Skip to main content

Retirement

At the moment my father is in the war-torn land of Afghanistan. This comes on the heels of mission trips to Viet Nam and Brazil and precedes his annual three-month trip to Kenya. What is remarkable is that my Dad is 72 years-old. Ten years ago, my parents “retired.” Dad was done with his work …
By Seth Barnes

At the moment my father is in the war-torn land of Afghanistan. This comes on the heels of mission trips to Viet Nam and Brazil and precedes his annual three-month trip to Kenya. What is remarkable is that my Dad is 72 years-old.

Ten years ago, my parents “retired.” Dad was done with his work in Long Beach. He wanted to help people who no one else would help. He and mom redefined the word “retirement.” Their generation had defined it as a time of rest and recreation, a time to focus on pleasure. In contrast, my parents saw their new phase as a time to focus on helping others.

I wager that my parents are happier than those of their peers who have embraced the conventional concept of retirement. They put their lives at risk; they are frequently uncomfortable. Yet they have made friends among the needy around the world. By exercising the habit of giving instead of pursuing a life of ease and pleasure, they have nurtured their souls. They have given their children an inheritance that no man can steal, a definition of retirement that extends beyond the search for one’s own pleasure.

Comment

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *