I grew up in a small town in Michigan the 70's - a time when you could leave your door unlocked while walking to the neighborhood store, play outside until the streetlights came on, be out all over the neighborhood all day in the summer and only come home to drink a little 'red' kool-aid on a break and then you were right back out the door again. The other thing about that time was - you had BETTER respect your elders. You didn't even think of raising up an eyebrow at any of them unless you wanted to get your BUTT BEAT by them and then by your parents when you got home. The 70's was a time where everyone in the neighborhood could whoop your a** at a momen't notice. Gone are the days baby. Gone are the days.
I am currently working as a research interviewer for Indiana University School of Phsychiatry. Every day I go out and meet African American Senior Citizens in my city and ask them a series of questions to help with the research for Alzheimers and Dementia for which there is no cure at this point.
I have met some of the most WONDERFUL, wise and energetic Elders that I have ever seen in my entire life. They are positive, sweet, courageous and a joy to be around - keep in mind that they range in age from 65 to 99 and some of them are quite ill. Even some of the most cranky old men have a wealth of wisdom that they are glad to share to anyone who will listen.
One gentleman that I interviewed yesterday has cancer in his throat and it has slowly started to spread. He's 87 years old. When I arrived at his house, it was raining badly and he wife let me in and offered me coffee. I looked out the window and saw my 87 year old client climbing up a ladder OUTSIDE IN THE RAIN to clean out his gutters.
During the interview, he became emotional..........not sad, understand, this gentleman started shouting hallelujah because he's happy to have lived this long and knows that he still has a lot of living to do. Now, think about this for a minute, he's 87 - has cancer - his wife had a heart attack and a mild stroke while she was in he hospital recovering fromt he heart attack recently - but all he can think about is how good his creator has been to him and how wonderful his life is. The other thing I noticed about him is that he doesn't look sick. I quickly learned that the reason he doesn't look sick is because he refuses to 'act' like he's sick. He said he's going to keep moving and keep doing things until he just can't do them any more. He feels that he's left here for a reason - and he's going to keep going until his creator says "Stop".
This new journey has awakened a deep sense in me to re-address how I live. My body is a temple and it must be respected. My mind is also precious and it needs to be fed more than my body. My spirit is what centers me, massages my thoughts and helps to keep me grounded and SANE. I have given great thought to what I feed my mind, body and spirit and decided that some changes need to be made - so that I can be the elder that a young sistah or brothah can one day gain some life lessons from.
Let that lift you up!!
Peace Lovies!!