My great-aunt is 94 and is always, always the life of the party. She uses a walker and has trouble with her balance, but once you get to know her you barely even see it anymore. She refuses help for the things she can do, albeit differently - she'll sit right down on the floor to tie her boots and don't even dare suggest getting her a chair.
It's her attitude that makes all the difference - always happy, so content. She looks for the good in people and always has a smile on her face. And she won't put up with being labelled "old" - she's feisty and daring and tells the dirtiest jokes. You really are as old as you feel!
You really are as old as you feel!
Accccccccccckk!! Say it ain't so!!!!
(this means...I am 200)
You really are as old as you feel
What, no Michael jackson jokes? Sorry...
Agree with Joz though, i feel fr1gging ancient
I joke about being old or feeling old... But, I don't really feel that way, nor do I look at myself as old. I'm definitetly mellowing and physically aging, but I have plans to live to a very ripe old age - doing it with humor and (hopefully) a little touch of grace. I plan to live long enough for someone to find a cure for what ails me. Since i don't need that cure just yet, they have a bit more time to work on it.
I have worked in many nursing homes for many different reasons. When I would need a little extra money, that would be the first job I would seek as added employment. One day, it finally dawned on me why... I loved the residents - nice, cranky, obnoxious - it didn't matter. Many had no family or the families didn't want them. They would rarely visit or phone. We became the families for the residents. I learned a great number of things from them and enjoyed their company as much as they enjoyed mine. I found myself staying after my shifts just because I had a hard time leaving "my friends" behind each day. I still think about ones I met 30+ years ago.