Way back in the 20th
century, there was a college president who had served for quite some time, who
was nearing the seventh decade of his life, and who had reached the difficult
decision to retire at the end of the current school year.
“Dr. Kimmel” could often be seen
walking around the neighborhood with his wife. Sadly, “Anna” had developed
early Alzheimer’s Disease, and had not only forgotten her husband’s name, but
her own. She was utterly dependent on a caretaker during the day, and her husband
in the evening.
A few weeks before the end of the semester,
Dr. Kimmel met with his official board for the final time. None of them were caught
off guard when he handed the chancellor his formal resignation, and board
members had already charted a course of action to persuade him to stay on
another year.
“Dr. Benson” spoke.
“Charlie, we’d like you to reconsider
your decision to leave at this time. Under your leadership the college has
thrived. We have not only built three new wonderful academic and office
buildings, the student population has increased by fifty percent, and our
profitability is up two fold.”
He continued.
Dr. Kimmel, we are prepared to offer
you a twenty percent raise, and additional retirement benefits; if you can see
your way clear to remain on board another year.”
The president sighed, and paused a
moment before speaking to the prestigious group of men and women.
“I’m sorry, Kent. I wish I could accommodate
you. I can’t tell you how flattered I am that you have plotted against me this
way.” (And he could not help but chuckle). “However, however I simply cannot
stay. You know that Anna has decompensated badly the past couple of years, and
if she ever needed me, she needs me now.”
It seems Dr. Benson would simply not
take ‘No’ for an answer.
“But Charlie, you can always double up
on caregivers for your wife. You have as much as admitted that Anna no longer
recognizes you. And anyone can do whatever you have felt compelled to do, and
…She would simply never know.”
By now, Dr. Kimmel’s eyes were
brimming with tears, and clearing his throat, he replied,
“Yes, but I would know.”
By William McDonald, PhD. Excerpt from "(Mc)Donald's Daily Diary" Vol. 74. Copyright pending
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