This is recycled from a myspace blog I did...
Let me preface this with saying for the record, I love old people. The summer that I was 13 I volunteered for hours at a convalescent center and I used to work at a veterans home. Next to being a mother, it was the most rewarding thing that I have ever done... and I did it all. I have read to them, fed them, put their clothes on them, combed their hair, lit their smokes, and put out the fire when they dropped said smokes. I've talked about their lives with them, danced with them, tried to maintain their dignity and protect their privacy. I’ve battled it out with nurses who refused to listen to me when I knew they were in pain. I’ve spent more time with them than their own families, and I’ve held their hands and told them that it was ok if they didn’t want to fight anymore and just wanted to go into the light... and i’ve
watched them go.
That said I F-ING HATE OLD DRIVERS!!! Sweet merciful Zeus get off the road! I was behind some silver haired tortoise today doing 25 in a 40..... GET OUT OF THE
WAY GRANDPA!!! My dad is approaching 70 and he said not too long ago that he hopes that he has the sense to give up driving when he becomes a danger. I said, "Dad, you don’t have to worry about a thing. I’ll take your keys away for you." see i care about the public... i’m a humanitarian.
Look at this woman, she can’t even handle
her electric cart.