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|Date:||1/17/2008 3:01:25 PM|
|Subject:||A look at the future|
|Message:|| My mother in law moves to a different room in the nursing home today. In the last couple of months I've been to the nursing home and hospital more than I have ever imagined I would. When I walk the halls I'm reminded of a Towns Van Zant song " Just Waitin' Round To Die" or something like that. Most of them have families that just live on the wall of their little room that they share with another. Even though they don't see them much it seems to be the most important thing for them to talk about. The one's I've talked to take great pride in their families that I've never seen. One thing I've noticed in my short visits there, is that things that are most important to me ( And probably were to them at one time) really don't matter now. The look on my mother in laws face, when she saw my wife's niece that flew here from Florida to see her, couldn't have never been painted by the masters of the past. Her smile was a quick moment in time that was valued more than any amount of money that she could have ever been given.
The biggest miracle is how I look at good old mom in law now and the anger that I harbored in the past is , for the most part, gone. Too bad that I let forgiveness enter my heart so late.
Two things: Keep these older folks in your prayers. All they are is a glimpse of us in the future.
Pray that we recognize the truly important things in life ( like Blue Bell ).
Old Poem I wrote that some have seen but reminds me of the folks I've talked about.
OLD MAN WITH A CRUTCH
A WORLD OF PEOPLE BUT NO ONE CAN HEAR
NOT â€˜CAUSE THEIR DEAF ITâ€™S JUST THEY DONâ€™T CARE.
NOT MUCH OF A LIFE SO I DONâ€™T BLAME â€˜EM MUCH
A SILLY OLD MAN THAT WALKS WITH A CRUTCH.
THEYâ€™RE JUST OLD DREAMS THAT NEVER CAME TRUE
GUESS NOW ITâ€™S YOUR TIME AND YOUâ€™RE FULL OF â€œYOUâ€.
I SUPPOSE A FEW MINUTES IS ASKING TOO MUCH
TO SPARE AN OLD MAN THAT WALKS WITH A CRUTCH.
DONâ€™T MEAN TO BOTHER , ITâ€™S JUST, WELL,YOU SEE,
THESE STORIES I TELL ARENâ€™T FOR YOU, BUT FOR ME.
THEY SAY â€œ I WAS HERE!â€ AND NOT JUST IN VAIN
SOME HEARTBEATS WERE CIVIL AND SOME WERE INSANE.
BUT, TO YOU I GUESS THEY DONâ€™T MEAN MUCH,
FROM A SILLY OLD MAN THAT WALKS WITH A CRUTCH.
THE PARK BENCH IS FULL WITH THE PIGEONS AND ME.
THE PATHS FULL OF PEOPLE WITH EYES THAT CANâ€™T SEE.
MY PRESENCE CRIES OUT FOR A SMILE OR A TOUCH
I STILL HAVE FEELINGS THOUGH I WALK WITH A CRUTCH.
MY WIFE, WHEN LIVING, CLUNG TO MY WORDS.
NOW ALL MY TALKING IS WASTED ON BIRDS.
EVEN THEY DEMAND PAYMENT TO SPEND TIME WITH ME
BUT OLD BREAD IS CHEAP AND SOMETIMES ITâ€™S FREE.
FORGIVE MY COMPLAINTS LORD, I KNOW YOU ARE HERE,
SOMETIMES Iâ€™M WEAK AND MY HEARTS FULL OF FEAR
I LONG FOR THE DAY WHEN YOUR FACE I WILL TOUCH
NO MORE WILL I EVER HAVE TO WALK WITH A CRUTCH.
| A look at the future by larry larry at 1/17/2008 3:01:25 PM|
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