Comments by "Yester Vue" (@yestervue4697) on "Jordan B Peterson"
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I just realized who it was that Jordon reminded me of...and I miss my grandfather now. At the time of his death, since growing up alongside and around him as my only male roll model until I was 9 as a boy, I cannot recall a single memory of his voice being elevated in anger, or him ever yelling for any reason. I can never even ever remember seeing him emotionally shaken in the slightest at anything even when impacting events arose like beloved or younger family members dying throughout our family's history. He always spoke to me in the same enlightening, guiding, fashion, promoting self reflection all along the lesson's journey like this when he had talks with me...he and I spoke quite frankly. The day he died he even looked me square in the eye leaned in so as to make the conversation private in a room full of his own children (as a family elder myself these would obviously be my uncles and aunts, etc) and told me quite straightforwardly..."I don't feel like I can beat this..." in response to me asking in the same forward fashion how he was "really, and honestly" feeling in his cancer battle. Within hours of telling me that in that setting, he died.
I felt honored that he looked upon my relationship with him in a way that even in the last hours among his own offspring, when he could have been uttering their most precious and revered last conversations, he waited for a moment we were alone in close proximity to tell me that and me only among the huge family we have many of which were present the day he went from this realm. But that was our private thing between us my whole life with him...he never dressed things up when he spoke to me. I received guidance and lessons as frankly, as factual and realistically as they could be administered. He was a retired Sr. Chief, U.S.N. after enlisting in the early part of the second World War, so the man had the ability to mix so much of the old real world approach to life with these amazing new tools for information sharing.He gave me the gift of near effortless interfacing with information through the advanced ability to read and comprehend extremely well what I had read at a very, very, early age. He had me starting kindergarten at almost a second grade reading level. By the time I was in second grade I had advanced to 7 years ahead of the national scale in the figures of the late 70's when the overall literary level of the country was far higher than it is today. I would watch him eat a cold cut sandwich for lunch with a cup of scalding hot black coffee to follow and a smoke on his porch afterward and when the mentioned procedure had taken place it had included beginning a paperback western novel, (his favorites) beginning to be read, and close with the books finishing! Yes, he read like that, that fast, and took in every word in detail. He taught me that skill, and the realization that if you understand everything you read, you just use the instructions and don;t need the teachers. I "drink" information in like when driven by need or interest today still. He was everything you could expect if "computer brain" Mr. Spock were actually your real life grandfather, even his demeanor, posture, and mannerisms remained mostly military even in the post Navy world except that he actually smiled a lot and hugged all the time!
PS, sorry...writer here with no tasks at hand...can you tell? Ha!
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