Posts Tagged ‘mother’

I Am A Fireman…… A True Story

March 26, 2011

In Phoenix, Arizona, a 26-year-old mother stared down at her 6 year old son, who was dying of terminal leukemia.


Although her heart was filled with sadness, she also had a strong feeling of determination. Like any parent, she wanted her son to grow up and fulfill all his dreams. Now, that was no longer possible.

The leukemia would see to that. But she still wanted her son’s dream to come true. She took her son’s hand and asked, ‘Billy, did you ever think about what you wanted to be once you grew up? Did you ever dream and wish what you would do with your life?’

Mommy, ‘I always wanted to be a fireman when I grew up.’

Mom smiled back and said, ‘Let’s see if we can make your wish come true.’

Later that day she went to her local fire Department in Phoenix, Arizona, where she met Fireman Bob, who had a heart as big as Phoenix.

She explained her son’s final wish and asked if it might be possible to give her 6 year-old son a ride around the block on a fire engine.

Fireman Bob said, ‘Look, we can do better than that. If you’ll have your son ready at seven o’clock Wednesday morning, we’ll make him an honorary fireman for the whole day. He can come down to the fire station, eat with us, go out on all the fire calls, the whole nine yards!

And if you’ll give us his sizes, we’ll get a real fire uniform for him, with a real fire hat – not a toy  one  with the emblem of the Phoenix Fire Department on it, a yellow slicker like we wear and rubber boots.’

‘They’re all manufactured right here in Phoenix, so we can get them fast.’

Three days later Fireman Bob picked up Billy, dressed him in his uniform and escorted him from his hospital bed to the waiting hook and ladder truck.


Billy got to sit on the back of the truck and help steer it back to the fire station. He was in heaven.

There were three fire calls in Phoenix that day and Billy got to go out on all three calls.

He rode in the different fire engines, the paramedic’s van, and even the fire chief’s car.  He was also videotaped for the local news programs.

Having his dream come true, with all the love and attention that was lavished upon him, so deeply touched Billy, that he lived three months longer than any doctor thought possible.

One night all of his vital signs began to drop dramatically and the head nurse, who believed in the hospice concept – that no one should die alone, began to call the family members to the hospital.

Then she remembered the day Billy had spent as a fireman, so she called the Fire Chief and asked if it would be possible to send a fireman in uniform to the hospital to be with Billy as he made his transition…

The chief replied, ‘We can do better than that.  We’ll be there in five minutes. Will you please do me a favor? When you hear the sirens screaming and see the lights flashing, will you announce over the PA system that there is not a fire? It’s the department coming to see one of its finest members one more time. And will you open the window to his room?’

About five minutes later a hook and ladder truck arrived at the hospital and extended its ladder up to Billy’s third floor open window — 5  fire-fighters climbed up the ladder into Billy’s room!

With his mother’s permission, they hugged him and held him and told him how much they LOVED him.

With his dying breath, Billy looked up at the fire chief and said, ‘Chief am I really a fireman now?’

‘Billy, you are, and The Head Chief, Jesus, is holding your hand,’ the chief said.

With those words, Billy smiled and said, ‘I know, He’s been holding my hand all day, and the angels have been singing.’

He closed his eyes one last time…

This story is a tribute to all the men and women, the everyday heroes of the Phoenix Fire Department that keep us safe day and night, and to the Make-A-Wish Foundation who made this child’s wish come true.

P.S. – Fireman Bob in this story is Bob Khan, who is now the Chief of Phoenix Fire Department.

http://www.snopes.com/glurge/fireman.asp

A boy named Teddy – an inspirational story

January 31, 2011

As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children an untruth.  Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same.  However, that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.

Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he did not play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath… In addition, Teddy could be unpleasant.   It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X’s and then putting a big ‘F’ at the top of his papers.

At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child’s past records and she put Teddy’s off until last.  However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.

Teddy’s first grade teacher wrote, ‘Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh.   He does his work neatly and has good manners…he is a joy to be around.

His second grade teacher wrote, ‘Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle.’

His third grade teacher wrote, ‘His mother’s death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn’t show much interest, and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren’t taken.’

Teddy’s fourth grade teacher wrote, ‘Teddy is withdrawn and doesn’t show much interest in school.  He doesn’t have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class.’

By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself.  She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy’s.  His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag.   Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents.   Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one-quarter full of perfume.  But she stifled the children’s laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist.  Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, ‘Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to.’

After the children left, she cried for at least an hour.  On that very day, she quit teaching reading, writing and arithmetic.  Instead, she began to teach children.  Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy.   As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive.  The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded.  By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her ‘teacher’s pets…’

A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy.  He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in life.

Four years after that, she got another  letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he’d stayed in  school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the  highest of honors.  He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he had ever had in his whole life.

Then four more years passed and yet another letter came.  This time he explained that after he got his bachelor’s degree, he decided to go a little further.  The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had.  But now his name was a little longer.  The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD.

The story does not end there.  You see, there was yet another letter that spring.   Teddy said he had met this girl and was going to be married.  He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit at the wedding in the place that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom.  Of course, Mrs. Thompson did.  And guess what?  She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing.  Moreover, she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas  together.

They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson’s ear, ‘Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me.  Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference.’

Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back.  She said, ‘Teddy, you have it all wrong.  You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference.  I didn’t know how to teach until I met you.’

(For you that don’t know, Teddy Stoddard is the Dr. at Iowa Methodist in Des Moines that has the Stoddard Cancer Wing.)

Warm someone’s heart today. . . pass this along.  I love this story so very much, I cry every time I read it.  Just try to make a difference in someone’s life today…  Just ‘do it’.

Believe in Angels, then return the favor. Random acts of kindness, I think they call it!

The person who says it cannot be done should not interrupt the person doing it.

I Owe My Mother (humor)

February 20, 2010

1.  My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE .
“If you’re going to kill each other, do it outside. I just finished cleaning.”

2. My mother taught me RELIGION.
“You better pray that will come out of the carpet.”

3.  My mother taught me about TIME TRAVEL.
“If you don’t straighten up, I’m going to knock you into the middle of next week!”

4. My mother taught me LOGIC.
“Because I said so, that’s why.”

5. My mother taught me MORE LOGIC.
“If you fall out of that swing and break your neck, you’re not going to the store with me.”

6. My mother taught me FORESIGHT.
“Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you’re in an accident.”

7. My mother taught me IRONY.
“Keep crying, and I’ll give you something to cry about…”

8.  My mother taught me about the science of OSMOSIS .
“Shut your mouth and eat your supper.”

9. My mother taught  me about CONTORTIONISM.
“Will you look at that dirt on the back of your neck!”

10. My mother taught me about STAMINA
“You’ll sit there until all that spinach is gone.”

11.  My mother taught me about WEATHER.
“This room of yours looks as if a tornado went through it.”

12. My mother  taught me about HYPOCRISY.
“If I told you once, I’ve told you a million times. Don’t exaggerate!”

13. My mother taught me the CIRCLE OF  LIFE.
“I brought you into this world, and I can take you out…”

14. My mother taught me about BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION .
“Stop acting like your father!”

15. My  mother taught me about ENVY.
“There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don’t have wonderful parents like you do.”

16. My mother taught me about ANTICIPATION.
“Just wait until we get home.”

17. My mother taught  me about RECEIVING .
“You are going to get it when you get home!”

18. My mother taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE.
“If you don’t stop crossing your eyes, they are going to get stuck that way.”

19. My mother taught me ESP.
“Put your sweater on; don’t you think I know when you are cold?”

20.  My mother taught me HUMOR.
“When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don’t come running to me.”

21. My mother taught me HOW TO BECOME AN ADULT .
“If you don’t eat your vegetables, you’ll never grow up.”

22. My mother taught me GENETICS.
“You’re just like your father.”

23. My mother taught me about my ROOTS.
“Shut that door behind you.  Do you think you were born in a barn?”

24. My mother taught me WISDOM.
“When you get to be my age, you’ll understand.”

And my favorite:

25. My mother taught me about JUSTICE.
“One day you’ll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you!”

Letter to God – an inspirational story

November 22, 2009

This is one of the kindest things you may ever see. It is not known who replied, but there is a beautiful soul working in the dead letter office of the US postal service.


Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after she died, my 4 year old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey.. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could so she dictated these words:

Dear God,
Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick. I hope you will play with her. She likes to play with balls and to swim. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her you will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.

Love, Meredith

We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had.

Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, ‘To Meredith’ in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, ‘When a Pet Dies…’  Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey and Meredith and this note:

Dear Meredith,
Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help. I recognized Abbey right away… Abbey isn’t sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don’t need our bodies in heaven, I don’t have any pockets to keep your picture in, so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by…

Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you.
I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much. By the way, I’m easy to find, I am wherever there is love.

Love,
God


Forward to all your friends, and don’t tell me you’re too busy for this. Don’t you know the phrase ‘stop and smell the flowers’?


Happiness keeps you Sweet,
Trials keep you Strong,
Sorrows keep you Human,
Failures keep you Humble,
Success keeps you Glowing,
But Only Friends Keep You Going!

What if there was no justice in Arizona?

November 7, 2009

What if there was no justice in Arizona?

By John Donnelly

What would you do if you were a successful dentist and had been falsely arrested and held for several months under charges that were made up by your scheming wife (long-term drug addict and alcoholic) who was trying to get a divorce, obtain a strategic position for custody of your two children, gain control of all your money and property by lying to police in order to have you kept in jail so she could loot your bank accounts (corporate and joint accounts), steal drugs (DEA controlled narcotics), patient dental records, personal firearms collection (99 guns, ammo & accessories)?

What if your wife and her lawyer, accompanied by the lawyer’s paralegal, the paralegal’s husband (a Phoenix firefighter) 2 Sheriff’s detectives and another un-named person came into your house at midnight while you were in the hospital, opened your gun safes and removed your ninety-nine (99) guns and accessories, supposedly under a court order, for placement at a gun shop for consignment? What if there has NEVER been any court order produced to show the need to remove your firearms? What if the detectives were supposedly there for a civil standby, but have no official documents requesting their presence? What if they never made an accurate accounting (make, model and serial number) of the items removed? (Chain of custody) What if between the house and the gun shop, thirty-three (33) of the firearms disappeared? What if the lawyer denied the existence of these firearms for several months, and in several certified letters requesting information, the truth finally came out that he and the detectives had bought some of these guns and ammo? (Grand Theft) What if the gun shop where the other guns were taken refused to give you a list of firearms that they received and subsequently sold? (ATF form 4473 – Federal requirement for firearms transfer) What if, under a court-ordered subpoena, they still refused to provide this information? (Contempt of court) What if the gun shop owners sent a letter to the judge on your divorce trial telling him that they sold a large number of your guns for about $3,000? (Way under market value)

What if your wife had been seeing at least 18 different doctors (doctor shopping) in order to get prescriptions for narcotics? What if she had been taking these drugs behind your back for several years? What if she was writing prescriptions in other peoples’ names, and calling them in to pharmacies for herself (using your DEA license) and getting more drugs in that manner? What if, in addition to the illegal narcotics that she was taking, she also was taking prescription drugs for depression and schizophrenia? What if you found out that your wife had been stealing drugs from your office as early as one year after you had been married? What if she met an attorney at the gun range whom she kept in contact with for several years, and used this attorney later when your guns were stolen? What if she obtained a confidential list of judges (and their home addresses) from this attorney, and this list was found in your vehicle when you were arrested? What if it is not illegal or unlawful to have a copy of this list?

What would you do if the attorney that represented your wife, had you allegedly sign papers (with her attorney acting as the Notary) while you are in the hospital due to a head injury and under heavy medication (vulnerable adult), giving her access to your corporate bank account, and then she promptly cleaned out the account of about $22,000? (NOTARY FRAUD by the Attorney, and conflict of interest, assisting another in commission of a Felony)

What if she (the wife) stole vehicles and property that belonged to the corporate trust and concealed their whereabouts? What if she stole your computers, over 2,000 patient records [HIPAA violation (Federal) Identity theft] gold, DEA controlled narcotics (drugs), DEA controlled substance logs, and prescription pads from your office.

What if your wife filed a restraining order against you in order to keep you away from your house in order to conceal the fact that she had cleaned out the house, safes and office, of all your money, property ($663,000) and possessions? What if she sold some of that property (that was not hers) in order to buy drugs, go on uncontrolled spending sprees, and take trips to Mexico and California?

What if the local police department assisted her in removing your property from your house, locked safes and office, and when you tried to report the theft of property, the police failed and refused to respond or act on the report or any other reports that you attempted to make and treated you in a hostile manner?

What if the wife was found passed out in the gravel in front of Walgreens, with an open bottle of rum? (PUBLIC DRUNKENESS) What if her employer drove her home from work, (the school where she teaches) because she was drunk on the job? What if she was drunk and running through her apartment complex late at night, banging on doors and screaming that she was sexually assaulted, and when the police came, denied it? What if the wife was charged with 3 DUI’s within 2 years, one involving an accident where she INJURED a young man, who was required to be in the hospital for several weeks for treatment and recovery, destroying his semester at ASU? What if she didn’t get any REAL punishment or jail time for these 3 DUI’s, and what she did get, amounted to a slap on the wrist?

What if during one of the DUI’s she was involved in an accident, WHILE your child was in the vehicle? (FELONY CHILD ENDANGERMENT) What if the detectives and county prosecutor were covering up all these crimes by the wife (a known drug addict and alcoholic), because she was the only witness that they had against you? What if the wife had tried to commit suicide on at least 2 occasions, while your children were in her care (drugs and/or alcohol) and CPS refused to remove your children from her home? What if her own daughter expressed to police deep concern for her mother’s behavior? What if the police came and made a report, called CPS and they did NOTHING about removing the children from this home? What if you weren’t allowed to see, or have any contact with, your own children for over 3 years?

What if her attorney, and the detectives who were present when her lawyer cleaned out your gun safes, (99 guns, ammo, and accessories) purchased some of these guns for much less than fair market value, and lied about it to you and the State Bar, for several months before being caught in a lie? What if this attorney “gave” one of the guns to his brother out of state? (Federal firearms violation – interstate transportation of a stolen firearm)

What if the Arizona State Bar ADMITTED that this attorney was guilty of lying and theft, but failed to file sanctions against him (censure) or recommend disbarment for his crimes?

What if the attorney that you hired to defend you, pretended to act in your interests and failed to provide a reasonable defense, (ineffective counsel) failed to file objections and motions needed in a timely manner, and all the while charging you exorbitant amounts and when you ask for an itemized billing, made excuse after excuse and never provided the requested information? What if this attorney also had possession of 12 of your firearms, (that were given to him by the wife’s attorney) and sold those firearms for his personal gain? (Grand Theft) What if this attorney knew of the firearms theft by the wife’s attorney and (by state law) FAILED to report him to the state bar for punishment?

What if the Sheriff made inflammatory public statements (SLANDER) to the media about you regarding the false charges? What if the Sheriff also put you in jail among the general population, endangering your life?

What would you do, if, while you are being held in jail illegally, the detectives who were working on your case, lied to the grand jury (PERJURY) about evidence that they had in their possession, that POSITIVELY cleared you of the charges that you were being held for?  What if they held you in jail for several more weeks, AFTER they KNEW of the evidence EXCLUDING you from the alleged crime? What if they made you pay a ridiculously high bond, ($360,000.00) that didn’t fit the crime, in order for you to get out of jail?

What if the county prosecutor called herself the “ANGEL OF DEATH” (and was so proud of this name she used it for her email name) and had previously worked with these lying detectives and was now trying to put you away for several felony counts? (CONSPIRACY) What if her motives were to keep you quiet, so the REAL TRUTH about the trumped-up charges, and her involvement with the lying, thieving detectives were never known?

What if the judges assigned to your case kept making delay after delay (usually 30-60 days) WITHOUT making any rulings, and then recusing themselves when things started getting hot, and judge after judge refused to hear the case, because it was a political hot potato? What if the judge kept making delays that pushed your trial date PAST the legally allowed time (over 3 years since your initial arrest) to deny your constitutional right to a speedy trial? What if the judge failed to follow both Arizona Constitution and the U.S. Constitution laws guaranteeing your rights? What if the judge got sick and never recused himself?  The Supreme Court acted to intervene, without obtaining his recusal! (More delays)

What if they finally got a judge from an adjoining county, (who continued making 60-day delays) that held a hearing in the next county, that you were unable to attend, (and judge refused to allow you to appear telephonically) because it would violate your bond release agreement?

What if the wife’s lawyers pushed this judge to revoke your bond to restrict your movements and hamper your efforts to get the truth, work on your defense and in order for your wife to try and claim your house to get money? What if you were put back in jail because of this supposed bond revocation?

What if a good friend worked all night to file a Writ of Habeas Corpus with the Supreme Court and they refused to order your release? What if the judge failed to follow both Arizona Constitution and the U.S. Constitution laws guaranteeing your rights? What if all the law enforcement officers, attorneys, prosecutors, and judges involved in your case were totally ignored the rule of law, violating both STATE and FEDERAL statutes and DENYING YOUR CIVIL and HUMAN RIGHTS?

What if, because of these problems, you were not able to practice in your profession, and have lost out on over $300,000.00 in income? What if your mother (retired) had been paying your bills and helping in your legal defense for the past three years, expending all of her retirement savings?

What if your attorney at your divorce trial was inexperienced and didn’t get any help in defending you after being asked to? (Ineffective counsel) What if he failed to file motions in a timely manner or even to object to the nonsense that the wife’s attorneys were pulling and just kept billing you $300 an hour for doing nothing? What if the police pulled your mother over on the freeway, removed her from the car at gunpoint, and took away the car she was driving, even though she had a legal right to possess the car? What if your attorney didn’t even check on the status of the car for several days, to try and recover it for your mother, until after the wife had picked up the car from impound?

What if, during your criminal trial, you were taken from your cell at about 5:30 AM to be transported to the courthouse, without having anything to eat? What if you were put in a holding room until court started at 9:00 AM, sat in court until they recessed for lunch, were put back in the holding room (without getting any lunch) until court resumed at about 1:30 PM, and were taken back to your cell after court adjourned at 5:00 PM and didn’t get any dinner? What if this went on for 4 days a week for the entire time of your 3-week trial?

What if, during your trial, the prosecutor submitted circumstantial evidence that was never positively linked to you by DNA or fingerprints? What if the judge denied every motion from your defense attorneys to present evidence that disproved the prosecutions allegations? What if the judge had been talking to other judges and had a preconceived notion of your guilt, even before the trial commenced?

What if this judge denied your defense, in violation of your Constitutional rights guaranteed by the Arizona and U.S. Constitutions? What if, the judge prohibited the defense attorneys from giving the sentencing guidelines to the jury. What if the jury, after listening to the lies fabricated by your wife and the prosecutors, failed to understand the true legal definitions of the charges against you because of the interpretation given to them by the prosecutor, and found you guilty on all charges?

What if the judge sentenced you to 17-year (123.5 years total) consecutive terms on each charge? What if the sentence was excessive for a non-violent charge and this was your first offense? What if your defense attorneys ask the court to grant them an executive clemency hearing and were flat out denied? What if they explained to the judge that his sentence was extremely excessive for a non-violent charge, and that if you had committed something like a rape or murder, you would have received less time, and would be eligible for parole and the judge denied them again?

What if, 2 days after your sentencing, while you were in county jail, supposedly in protective custody, you were put in a cell with a convicted murderer, (ex-Mexican Mafia) who knew several of the judges, attorneys, etc. involved in your case? What if he came up behind you at 4:00 AM and severely beat you and knocked your 8 front teeth loose? What if, when you were taken to county hospital for treatment, and when you were taken back to jail, you were denied ANY pain medication? What if you were taken a few days later to a state facility for classification, while you were supposed to be in protective custody, where 2 inmates beat you again while the detention officers turned their heads? What if you heard that there was a contract out on you, because the (guilty) people involved in your case didn’t want you to talk about the case or ever see the light of day again?

What if, a month after your trial, a copy of the sheriff’s detective’s report turned up, showing that they were at your house the night that your guns were stolen?  [and the report was concealed from evidence]

What would you do if all these things were TRUE? And you were not guilty of anything.

Would you finally believe there is no justice in Arizona?

IF you still have doubts, ask me – I have PROOF!

www.justicefordrkennedy.info

Crabby Old Man – an inspirational story

November 6, 2009

When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in North Platte, Nebraska, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.

Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.

One nurse took her copy to Missouri. The old man’s sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the St. Louis Association for Mental Health.   A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this ‘anonymous’ poem winging across the Internet.
Crabby Old Man

What do you see nurses? … What do you see?

What are you thinking . . . . . when you’re looking at me?

A crabby old man . . . . . not very wise,

Uncertain of habit . . . . . . . … with faraway eyes?

Who dribbles his food . . . . . . . . and makes no reply .

When you say in a loud voice . . . . . . . ‘I do wish you’d try!’

Who seems not to notice . . . the things that you do.

And forever is losing . . . . .. . . . . . A sock or shoe?

Who, resisting or not . . . . . . . . . lets you do as you will,

With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill?

Is that what you’re thinking?   Is that what you see?

Then open your eyes, nurse . . . . . you’re not looking at me.

I’ll tell you who I am.  As I sit here so still,

As I do at your bidding . . . . . . as I eat at your will.

I’m a small child of Ten . .  . . . . with a father and mother,

Brothers and sisters . . . . . . . . . who love one another.

A young boy of Sixteen . . . with wings on his feet

Dreaming that soon now . . . . . . . a lover he’ll meet…

A groom soon at Twenty, my heart gives a leap.

Remembering, the vows . . . . . . that I promised to keep.

At Twenty-Five, now . . . . . . . . I have young of my own.

Who need me to guide . . . . And a secure happy home.

A man of Thirty . . . . . . . . . My young now grown fast,

Bound to each other . . . . . . . With ties that should last.

At Forty, my young sons … have grown and are gone,

But my woman’s beside me . . . . . . . to see I don’t mourn.

At Fifty, once more, babies play ’round my knee,

Again, we know children . . . . . . . My loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me … my wife is now dead.

I look at the future … . . . . . . . . .  shudder with dread…

For my young are all rearing . . . . . . . young of their own.

And I think of the years . . . and the love that I’ve known.

I’m now an old man . . . . . . . . . . and nature is cruel.

‘Tis jest to make old age . . . . look like a fool.

The body, it crumbles . . . . . . . grace and vigor, depart.

There is now a stone . . . . . . . where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass . . . a young guy still dwells,

And now and again . . . . . . . . my battered heart swells.

I remember the joys . . . . . . . . . I remember the pain.

And I’m loving and living . . . . . .. . . . . . life over again.

I think of the years, all too few . . . . . . gone too fast.

And accept the stark fact . . . . . . that nothing can last.

So open your eyes, people . . . . . . . . open and see.

Not a crabby old man.   Look closer . . . . see ME!!
Remember this poem when you meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within . . . . we will all, be there one day, too!

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