MY DAY: Life passing by

I tripped across this blog item in my draft file… Somehow it slipped through the publish cracks about two years ago.

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, to pass them by.

When does this happen? 

 How does it happen?

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 on 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.

Within the past hour, I’ve resolved that while my body will certainly age with time, and I will experience all the hideous side effects that accompanies the aging process, I will fight to maintain a grasp on not allowing life to move too far ahead without me.

About Wright Flyer Guy

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