Monthly Archives: March 2010
Sorry it has been so long since my last post. I have been dealing with both family and personal issues and have been unable to take time to write. I have been held back from a back injury that occurred several weeks ago, and have gained back four pounds. I hope to get these off soon, however.
This is not the subject of today’s writing, however. I thought that I should take time to write about the fact that I just found out I was right about something which I had been put down for earlier. I think that it is healthy to once in a while stand on your statement and be able to declare “I was right” and have no fear about it. This is my blog and I can say it if I wish to. So, here it is: “I was right!” That feels good. One more time: “I was right.”
Now that I have all of you wondering what I was right about, let me tell you. Years ago, I saw a fact that told me a generation is officially considered to be twenty years. There are five generations in every century. I just did a bit of online research and confirmed this fact that I had been sure about all along.
The reason that this makes such a difference in my usually quiet way of doing thing is as follows:
A few weeks ago I was having diner with friends and I was asked how many generations of my family have been living within the United States. I had not previously thought about it, but under pressure from my friends (and the assumption that 20 years equals approximately one generation) I guesstimated about six generations have passed since my relatives had come from overseas.
As soon as I had let this figure pass through my lips, however, my friends were quite surprised. “SIX generations!” they exclaimed. “that’s like thousands of years!!!”
I was perplexed. I had been under the impression, as I later told them (and received a great deal of flack and reprimand for) that officially a generation equaled about twenty years. I had seen this, I admit, for the first time on the tv show who wants to be a millionaire and the fact had simply stuck with me since then.
Tonight, still a bit bothered by the harsh treatment I had received for believing as I did that twenty years equals one generation, I decided to go online and search for the truth. Although statistics and opinion pointed at anywhere between twenty years and twenty-five years to be a generation, I decided to find the official number, even if it meant I was wrong. I searched, and there it was, staring me in the face. I had been correct. Officially speaking, a generation is considered to be twenty years. There are generations of people that have been either longer or shorter than this, but the official count is twenty years.
I was glad to have reinforced my idea and I believe I will stand stronger on facts that I feel sure of from now on. Although I do not remember his name, an Egyptian adviser to the pharaoh was reported to have said that if you are in the presence of an expert you should hold your tongue unless you also know what you are talking about. In that case, his advice was to speak boldly and be sure of yourself. Maybe I need to take this advice to heart more often than I currently do.
So, I guess I have one more thing to declare. I am minoring in organizational communication, not communications. They are different things, and I did say it correctly before.