I write for a lot of “senior citizens” markets, and consider myself something of a seniors’ advocate. Just wanted to remind you to be good to the seniors in your life with a little story.
A few years ago, I developed a macular hole in my eye and needed surgery to correct it. The recovery is actually more arduous than the surgery – you need to remain face-down for two weeks.
The day after the surgery, I walked into the doctor’s office for my follow-up visit like an extreme version of Groucho Marx, all bent like a pretzel. Groaning in pain, I sat down, gazed at the floor and let out a heavy sigh.
All at once, I felt five hands patting me on the back. Everyone else in the waiting room was a senior, since the surgery I’d had is usually performed on older patients.
“You’ll get through it,” a lady’s voice said. “It gets better, don’t worry,” a man said.
Then I heard what had to be the voice of an angel. He said, “She’ll be okay. She’s a redhead. They’re feisty!”
Hadn’t even seen the doctor yet, and I felt better already.