Apr 23, 2005 14:42
I saw something the other night at work that hit me a little funny. It was nothing major, but i thought about it for a long time afterwards. I had nothing to do, just waiting for the work to come to me. From my little work station, I can see out the kitchen door into the hallway. If I look at the little mirrored salad cooler, i can see people leave the ladies room, but I can actually see the mens room door. A little old man walked out, and he was having a terrible time. He was very shaky and stiff. He had a hard time getting down the hall. Then another old man walked out of the bathroom, he was about the same age but he could walk just fine on his own. He came out and stuck his arm around the other old man and helped him down the hall. That just made me think a lot. Have these two old men known each other for a long time? Well they were both old, just think of what kind of things they could've gotten into in their younger years. When I think about it I get kinda sad. I hope so much that I will have someone close by when I get old, if i get the opprotunity to get old. Very few people in my opinion can get through life without the help of others, but some people are almost dependant on those close to them. Old people, whether they have done anything special in their life or not, the fact stands that they have been around, they have seen many things. Wars, shattered families, friends and loved ones that are no longer around, and they may even be stuck in an Old Folks Home. Its sad. I like to sit and listen to the stories old people share. Sometimes they can be repetative and tell the same stories over and over, but some people have a new story every time... which can add up to quite a few stories. All they usually want is for someone to sit and talk to them. I get scared when I think of the upcoming generations in life. Some kids are very rude and have a "don't care" attitude. So when I get old, are these kids going to be taking care of me? How will their kids end up? All these thoughts ran through my head in the five seconds I watched those two men walk down the hall. That's just five seconds... Imagine 70 some odd years...