Tuesday, September 11, 2018
Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech
We walked around the reservoir this morning, and despite my knee, my husband's back and the heat, we did it with minimal panting. There are plenty of other people our age making the round of two and a half miles as well, and we greet each other. The women with strollers ignore us and the people with dogs. We are invisible to them. That's okay. I'm sure I was the same, although I did volunteer for an agency for a couple of years that paired me with an elderly woman who lived in a trailer. She was a Jehovah's Witness, and sharp and judgmental at times. I could see why her two daughters lived at opposite ends of the state. I took her shopping, and out to eat sometimes and just visited with her. She came to our house one Thanksgiving. I'm a writer, so I liked her stories and even her irascible character. Why should she be sweet like Cinderella's fairy godmother? I liked older people because I adored my grandparents and by then they were long gone. I love history as well, so listening to any narrative suits me. Evidently, listen to elders is mostly out of vogue, but it prevents me from boring innocent bystanders!
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