Chronic Coddlers
To better understand the chronic coddler, we must first:
- Get our words to flow, by reading aloud from a book in a provincial tongue.
- Next, we dig up the kind of music that most people would find old-fashioned.
- We then play the music, while dancing like a yokel.
For practice, we use our newly developed voice to shout out the words, "Ma!" or "Pa!"
"Ya'll Come Now, Ya' Hear!"
Now, we are in the mood to deal with someone we know that is mentally listless. They are chronic coddlers, unable to embrace the vibrant power of life. With their chronic mental famine, we cannot support the interests of the coddler in good conscience. We may even choose to be separated from the coddler.
That the coddler is a curmudgeon, a technophobe, or a sports whackjob is not the problem; the challenge of the coddler is one of mental rust.
Now that we have practiced, the next time that we deal with a coddler, and the problems caused by their mental mildew, we will at least be in the proper frame of mind.
Were anyone to ask us how the freedom-for-granted, technophobic, or mentally moldy coddler is doing lately, we cab give them the following answer:
"No one knows. Because they have not been able to afford or figure out how to use a telephone, we have not heard from them."
Just as telephones were a big leap forward many years ago, personal computers enhance our lives greatly. Science and technology march onward.
Among seniors, we find plenty of chronic coddlers. However, unless someone has a serious medical problem, age is no excuse for mental gangrene. For example, instead of being cerebral celery, many retirement communities offer computer classes. In the winter of life, millions of computer literate and Internet active retirees continue to learn and grow.
