I am sure by now, you have seen the latest viral video, but let me share with you – my Mother would have loved the lady in this video!
Just case you haven’t seen the video….
“Good for her,” Mom would have said, adding, “old age ain’t for sissies, you know.”
Of course, she stole that line from the late radio and television personality Art Linkletter. But, he probably borrowed from Bette Davis or H.L. Mencken. Whoever said it, was right.
Mom was active and sassy. In her late 70s, she belonged to a community group, the Singing Seniors. They would go to “the home” and entertain the “old people.” She drove a mean scooter in the local grocery store. But, even Mom had to slow down when she faced hip replacement surgery.
Just before the surgery, she and I were at an intersection in our town. The light changed; the “Walk” signal appeared. We started crossing the street very slowly. The light counted down and we were still in the middle of the intersection. Suddenly, we heard a loud, obnoxious, and prolonged car horn. You know the sound –Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!
Mom froze in the middle of the intersection! Froze! A car horn will do that to a person. After a moment, Mom commenced her sojourn across the street. I walked over to the offensive driver.
In a huff, the driver asked, “What’s the hold up?”
“My Mom’s crossing the street. She needs a little more time.”
“Oh,” replied the driver sheepishly.
Aging is rough enough without having a young, impatient whippersnapper, like the one my Mother encountered or the one in this video, honk as you try to cross the street.
What was the driver thinking? Did he think about his own Mom or Grammy? Did he wonder if the pedestrian was impeded by a medical problem – arthritis, a bad leg or hip? Did it occur to him that the aging process just slowed her down? Did his brain process that the horn may have startled her and caused her to fall?
I don’t think he thought about anything but his precious time. He had places to go after all. And now, he had to wait for this old lady to cross the street. I can hear him sigh deeply “Life is so unfair.”
Like many of us, he didn’t relate to the challenges of aging or old age. We all need a little patience, a little understanding, and a little sympathy because one day we may be crossing the street.
My Mom also used to say, “It’s no fun getting old.”
In reply, I would ask, “Mom, what’s the alternative?”