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It's A Privilege |
Inside I got settled into my seat and was hooked up the IV. There was an elderly gentleman to the left of me. Very likable and cheerful. I imagined that he was probably a Navy veteran from perhaps WWII or the Korean War or both. Perhaps, he even belonged to the lady parked in the car outside.
Right on both counts. WWII and Korea. His wife with Alzheimer's too. But this is not about my insight and intuition. This is about the man who had to put considerable effort into getting up out of the chair just to go into the bathroom --- we were both there for about an hour and a half and during that time he had to get up to go to the bathroom six times, carefully dragging his IV behind him. He was riddled with arthritis and he was legally blind --and then some.

He talked about the war years and he talked about his resulting disabilities. He talked and talked and talked and the beautiful thing was that everything he talked about mattered. Everything had value. And the bottom line when he talked about being nearly 90 (blind! incontinent! riddled with arthritis!) "It's a privilege to get older. It's an adventure." he says "So many never got the chance."
It may be a privilege to get older, yes, (and sometimes we DO need a reminder!) but it was a privilege to meet this seemingly "ordinary" man in the doctor's office. I think of him now and again and I hope he and his wife are blessed every extraordinary day.