Gray hair is a crown of splendor; it is attained in the way of righteousness. - Proverbs 16:31 NIV
In the grocery the other day, I commented on the high price of blueberries to a woman about my age or slightly older. She looked at me like I might mug her, turned her cart and practically ran.
Then, when I looked like I couldn't find something in another aisle (and couldn't! Where DO they hide coconut flour?) a young couple volunteered to help me find the item and asked if they could get anything else for me.
So what does this mean? Am I the old lady that youngsters (yes - I said youngsters, so that proves my point!) help now? Or did I simply run across some exceptionally sweet people who happened to be younger than me? Sometimes older people will lament how rude this 'younger generation' is, but I have not found that to be the case. In my experience that day, the older (I think...) woman was the rude one.
On Facebook, I posted a picture that said, "Live your life and forget your age." Most of the time, I don't think about age or aging. I'm the absolute worst at guessing someone's age, usually guessing far younger. But when the young couple jumped to help me, I did momentarily ponder whether they thought of me as a dotty old women wondering the aisles of the grocery store looking for odd things. Like coconut flour!
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2 comments:
I am not sure what to tell you on this one.....it seems lately that just about every older adult I have come across is in such a hurry and rude and that the younger people I have come across are more receptive to help and just over all more friendly! I have experienced similar circumstances and it often leads me to just sit back and scratch my head and wonder what is happening in these peoples lives today to make them so grouchy and rude.......I hope I never become the grouchy old lady that everyone avoids!
I'm with you, Jessica!
Last Christmas shopping at Sam's Club, I moved a woman's cart a couple of inches to get around it. She wasn't even by it at the time. She hurried back to the cart and if looks could kill, I'd be six feet under! I smiled and said something about the store being so crowded. I forget what she said, but it wasn't nice. I know this woman was in her seventies, at least. Old enough to know better. How sad. I just prayed for her silently and hoped her holidays would make her more joyful. Lord knows, she needed it.
I pray all the time that I mature sweetly. I do know a lot of older people at my church who have done just that.
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