Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

A neighbor of mine has Parkinson's.  She has an attendant with her now, and must use a walker, and I often see them walking down our street.  I always speak to her, and this morning, as I was complaining about our dreary weather she informed me she just got back from much better weather.  Where, I asked, thinking Hawaii or New Mexico.  England and Scotland, she replied, and we had a good laugh over that.  What is the world coming to if the warm sunny weather is in damp old England?  We discussed what she'd seen:  Edinburough, Bath, Stratford on Avon, and northern England.  She saw Romeo and Juliet at Stratford.  I countered it wasn't fair, I'd seen Cymbaline when I was there.  When we parted, and felt a rush of joy that she was still able to travel and enjoy new scenes.  Probably her daughter and granddaughter went with her, but hopefully there are tours and ways for people with handicaps like Parkinson's to keep active and stimulated.  She's a wonderful woman, and brave, and an ordinary hero right here four houses up from me.  Hurrah for not giving in or giving up.