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Originally Posted by notfarnow
...Sometimes they'd have great, loud arguments. One day one of them came in with JET BLACK hair, and the others accused him of using Rustoleum on his head..
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"Rustoleum"! That's a hoot. I'm gonna remember that and use it when inevitably someone eventually tells me to dye my starting-to-gray hair!
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Originally Posted by notfarnow
...As they got older, I watched them struggle to keep their dignity. It was tough. Sometimes they'd need a hand getting up & down, getting their coats. One guy started pissing himself, and my boss would have me discretely drive him home. One day the old guy started weeping as I took him home, sitting on a towel in my uncle's car. He was just so embarrassed. It broke my heart, taking him to his little apartment where he's just spend the rest of the day watching TV alone. He eventually sucked up his pride and started wearing Depends. It was too important for him to be out & about.
They've all passed now, each one of them. Glad I got pictures of them.
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Jake, You were a wise young guy to value those old guys. What's the line on the headstone about, "Where you are now I was once, where I am now you will be"...something like that.
As for the guy that had to wear the Depends? I fee lfor the man. Look, none of us EVER wants to get to that point, but some of us will. I'll do the things the doctors tell me to hopefully avoid it. But if it ever comes to that I am sure I'll shed a tear or two for what is past but I won't let it keep me a prisoner of some little room. I'll use them, and keep on with living. And in my mind one of the bigger things is I won't tell anyone about my issues, I'll try to keep whistling as I go along. Find a way to make a joke out of it if it comes up. I mean really, what's the better alternative?
Thanks for the stories guys, keep 'em coming.