The visit went well today. I played dominoes again and walked the newspaper lady again. She has lots of opinions. Many of which, I agree with. Out of all the people I have spent time with, she keeps in touch with he outside world the most.
I also spoke with the veteran. The poor man. He is a new resident and is having a difficult time adjusting. He compares living at the retirement center with being in prison. Dismal. I tried to encourage him, and I think he enjoys my company. Perhaps he is just melodramatic, for he smiled a great deal. He does not look healthy, however. I believe he looks worse now than he did two weeks ago. I wonder how long he has.
I have a tendency to talk to these people as if they were children. They are not, however. In fact, they are far more mature than I am. They may have slowed minds and dulled senses, but they are wise. And that is true maturity. Their simple wisdom sheds light on the futility of my vanity. I, a youth, am humbled by the old and weak.
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