Any time is a good time to add a new dimension to the mystery of human life.
One blistering Florida summer afternoon, on one of those routine office days of my youth, I entered the examining room to see the last patient.
“Hello Mr. Lasting,” I said to a shriveled old man. He was sitting down, leaning with one arm on a walker. Next to him sat a woman, a heavy-set German-looking matron, twice his size.
He didn’t answer.
“Is it Abraham Lasting?”
I noticed a questioning look in his eyes. Accustomed to Florida’s hard-of-hearing retired patients, I yelled the question.
“Yes Ma’am, Doctor,” he answered.
The man struck me as being vital in his deep base voice and (More…)