Discussion in 'General Discussion' started by Annie, Mar 16, 2006.
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Lovely Rose at 87
The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I momentarily thought this was odd for a graduate course in Non-Equilibrium Statistical Mechanics. Shaking off my doubts, I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my calf.
I looked down to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being. After retrieving her teeth from the floor, she said, "Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?"
I laughed and enthusiastically responded, "I have boundary issues!" as she gave me a giant squeeze.
"Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?" I asked, chuckling at my own wit. She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich husband, pretend I'm pregnant, get married, and
have a couple of kids..."
"No seriously," I asked, eyeing the exits. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age, and why the entire class seemed to have stopped so that we could exchange pleasantries.
"I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!" she told me, promptly falling asleep.
After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate metamucil milkshake. We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. We became quite the item for the campus wags. My best friend Roger told me, "Dude, you're seriously creeping me out." I was always mesmerized listening to this "time machine" as she shared the mind-numbing minutia of her seemingly interminable life.
Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up, usually in a charmingly haphazard fashion, and she reveled in the attention and ridicule bestowed upon her from the other students. She was "living", so to speak.
At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our weekly Weekend-Kegger.
I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, "Fuck!"
Regaining her composure, she continued. "I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! But seriously, do we have any Pi Kappa Deltas here tonight? Better hide the bongs!...but I kid the Pi Kappa Deltas..."
As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, "We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we have been alive for a very, very long time. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, achieving personal success, getting the winning edge and achieving the financial freedom you deserve.
You have to laugh and find humor every day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, or your heart stops, you die.
We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it! They are the living dead, zombies. Souless, shambling demons in the shape of men.
There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. Just ask Courtney Love.
If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight. If you are eleven and stay in bed for twenty three years, you will be...um, well, you get my point.
Anybody can grow older, except dead people. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets. Don't give your many crimes another thought.
The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do because we were busy watching MacGyver. The only people who fear death are those with regrets or with fire on their body."
She concluded her speech by courageously singing "Slow Ride."
She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.
At the year's end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all that year ago.
One week after graduation Rose died violently in her sleep. Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be. And there was a buffet.
When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they'll really enjoy it! They love e-mail!.
REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL. IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH.
We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give. Nothing you can make that can't be made.
God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage. Or that you will finish with the same number of limbs you started with.
If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it, usually in more or less identifiable condition.
Pass this message to 7 people except you and me. We already have it, moron. You will receive a
miracle tomorrow. Remember, just being 'alive' could be counted as a miracle for legal purposes.
"Good friends are like stars...unimaginably distant balls of hellish gas, pitilessly indifferent to our suffering."
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