For All The Young At Heart Such As.......

For All The Young At Heart Such As.......

> The first day of school our professor introduced himself
> and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already
> know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched
> my shoulder.
> I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady
> beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire
> being.
> 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, 'Of course you
> may!' and she gave me a giant squeeze.
> 'Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?' I
> asked.
> She jokingly replied, 'I'm here to meet a rich husband,
> get married, and have a couple of kids...'
> 'No seriously,' I asked. I was curious what may have
> motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.
> 'I always dreamed of having a college education and now
> I'm getting one!' she told me.
> After class we walked to the student union building and
> shared a chocolate milkshake. We became instant friends.
> Every day for the next three months we would leave class
> together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized
> listening to this 'time machine' as she shared her wisdom
> and experience with me.
> Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and
> she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to
> dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon
> her from the other students. She was living it up.
> At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our
> football banquet. 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, 'I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I
> gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll
> never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you
> what I know.'
> As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, '! We do
> not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because
> we stop playing.
> There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy,
> and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor
> every day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your
> dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who
> are dead and don't even know it! There is a huge
> difference between growing older and growing up.
> 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.
> Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or
> ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding
> opportunity in change. Have no regrets.
> The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did,
> but rather for things we did not do. The only people who
> fear death are those with regrets.'
> She concluded her speech by courageously singing 'The
> Rose.' 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 those years
> ago.
> One week after graduation Rose died peacefully 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.
So bittersweet.

Beautiful, Dusty,
Thank You~

"We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because
we stop playing."