Love and the Unceasing Wonder of Life

Hale, Oliver (Oscar Hirschmann)
Hale, Mrs. (Esther Hirschmann)

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Mr. and Mrs. Hale, having been married for a long time, talk of the imminent death that will separate them as they age, and inspite of the expected grief they will continue to see life with excitement and wonder, and remind all of the importance to have compassion for everyone.

Subjects
Marriage
Married people
Death
Fear
Life
Love
Gratitude
Humanity
Compassion
New York (N.Y.)
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And now, This I Believe, the living philosophies of thoughtful men and women, presented in the hope they may strengthen your beliefs so that your life may be richer, fuller, happier. Here is Edward R. Murrow.
This I Believe. In the past, this program has presented the personal beliefs of individuals. This time, however, I should like you to hear the beliefs of a couple. Here now is Mrs. Oliver Hale to tell you why.
On sudden impulse the other day, my husband sat down and, in a few minutes,
wrote out the beliefs which follow. They are my beliefs, too, since they evolved from our lives together. Our lives have been so closely intertwined that he speaks of them as if they were a single unit.
As two people united in a good marriage for 30 years, we have come to a time where we must face the possibility of separation. Normally, this aroused in both a fear of being left alone and dread of a future in which the other is absent. The prospect would seem to be bleak, but remarkably, it is not so. The world, possessed by the survivor, would still be a place of lively and insistent interest.
It would still be breathtakingly beautiful. The heavens would continuously proclaim to the imagination the unfathomable and the infinite.
Love runs through our united life like a stream, and because it has been a great irrigating force, the days are always green. We have had little barrenness, whether of the mind or the spirit. Because we have loved each other as unselfishly as is humanly possible, we find it natural to love our fellow man. We are not saints. Human behavior is sometimes unforgivable. We do not condone the great crimes against peoples or the little crimes individually perpetrated. It is difficult to pardon them. It is
difficult not to ask revenge or punishment. But there was one who had compassion in His heart for the multitude and for the sinner. We do not presume to measure our very human attitude against the blinding divinity of that great spirit, but love calls out in our hearts for compassion, for understanding.
We believe in man's innate goodness, as much as we believe in a child's natural innocence. We believe that the achievements of man are greater than his failures. We believe in man's essential goodness, in his soul's suspiration, whether toward his god or in search of an answer to his being. At night, or at other quiet times, reading the great books, listening to
the great music, we are moved to believe that all being is longing after something--a cry from the deepest recesses of the heart. But it does not seem to answer, except that we believe, and many do not, and they are most lost. Shall we not, then, have compassion upon them?
We believe in this--we, two people, united in a long marriage that has been marked by love and understanding. We have neither fame nor wealth and are known to a very small number of people. We are obscure and of the great majority. But we have known love and found it good, and we have tried to live compassionately and to be just to our fellow
man. And when someday we shall separate, as we indeed must, the one who remains will grieve and be sad, but the power of love will act as a strong and continuing will to live and to marvel at the unceasing wonder of life and the universe.
There the beliefs of Mr. and Mrs. Oliver Hale of New York City. Neither the Hales nor their beliefs are unusual, but they do express, it seems to me, with more than usual eloquence, some things which many feel and few articulate.