MY DAY: Life… passing by

I’ve battled sinus and chest congestion for more than a week, and have returned to a different urgent care – The Little Clinic at Kroger on Dorothy Lane.

I have been impressed with the service so far.

A very slowly moving elderly genteel man entered to have his ears cleaned.  I was not aware that this service was offered!  There is now a computer sign-in, and I handled this with ease.

The gentleman, however, was entirely confused.  The poor soul seemed frustrated, and so helpless, and did not know where to begin.  The young clinic assistant, a student at Sinclair community college, looked up, and smiled at the gentleman.  “Oh, don’t you worry about that. Step over here and I’ll help you. We can get this taken care of.”

The young nursing student won me over.

Then, the gentleman could not pull his drivers license front is wallet, and could not determine which of his two insurance cards to use. The young clinic assistant was so gracious, patient, and terribly kind and maternal.

Finally, the gentleman nestled himself into a chair to await the nurse practitioner.  

As I gazed upon the gentleman, he seemed to be from an era long dismissed by this current generation.  I know many his age who are still vital, and seemingly youthful.  And, I know those who have allowed life, in a variety of ways, pass them by.

When does this happen?  How does it happen?  How does life get away from some, and not others?

I still feel I’m a part of the Pepsi Generation, but I know there will be a day when some of life has passed me by.  It has already happened with technology, as I feel there is always something for which I am behind.  Popular music does not count as I’ve never been on top of current music as I should.  Heck, I am still learning about music from my high school and college years.

One of the things I will try to never to do is to allow myself to be wrapped in a cocoon, abandoning life.  I may not be able to physically stay up with the current Pepsi Generation, but I hope to always do so mentally.  I plan to hang on to life’s rope, dragging along all the way to the end.

About Wright Flyer Guy

Darin is a single adoptive father, a teacher, playwright, and musical theatre director from Kettering, Ohio.
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