Iconic Cary Grant would be 106 years old today. The Pink Flamingo simply sees the late British actor, who was Ian Flemming’s version of the perfect James Bond, as the perfect man. (sigh). In the biographical Cary Grant, a Celebration of Style, by Richard Torregrossa, I found a “meditation” written by Grant, p. 162-163.
Now Lord you’ve known me a long time
You know me better than I know myself
You know that each day I am growing older and may even grow to be very old.
So meanwhile please keep me from the habit of thinking I must say something on every subject and on every occasion. Release me from trying to straighten out everyone’s affairs. Make me thoughtful, but not moody, helpful but not overbearing. I’ve a certain amount of knowledge to share, still it would be very nice to have a few friends who, at the end, recognize and forgive the knowledge I lacked.
Keep my tongue free from the recital of endless details. Seal my lips on my aches and pains; they increase daily and the need to speak of them becomes a compulsion. I ask for grace enough to listen to the retelling of others’ afflictions, and to be helped to endure them with patience. An embittered old person is a constant burden and a bore.
I would like to have improved memory, but I’ll settle humility and an ability to capitulate when my memory clashes with the memory of others. Teach me the glorious lesson that on some occasions I may be mistaken.
Keep me reasonably kind, considerate and genial. Please give me the ability to see good in unlikely places and talent in unexpected people. And give me a chance to tell them so, Dear Lord.