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NOT either, both!
Last Thursday morning when I was in the lobby of my pain management doctor's office I just happened to notice an elderly gentleman sporting a walker and probably accompanied by his daughter who looked older than me.
He had on one of those "Commiss ary Mall" hats that said WWII and Korean Vet. As I waited in line to check in I wodered just how many of these ladies and gents we are lucky enough to still have with us.
As soon as I paid my $12 co-pay I walked straight to him and held out my hand to thank him for his service(s). He was about 5' 6" and frail and had on a pair of those wrap around sun glasses. He chuckled softly and said thank you and smiled as I sat down across from him.
I was a "work-in" so I had to wait for an opening. After about 15 minutes (a short wait) in comes one of those gals you see riding her scooter in WM's and bumping into things and people. Her momma checks her in as she rolls over next to the old gentleman and spins her scooter around to watch TV. She had only been in the building for a couple of minutes and then she starts complaining about it being too hot and she needed a "coke". She pissed and moaned the whole time he sat there and then into the time it took them to work me in.
While I was sitting on the exam table waiting for Napolean to come check my incision I thought more about the old man's time in service and wondered what "uncomfortablnesses" he had experienced in his life and what he had pushed into the back of his mind.
When I came out of the building to get in my truck I saw the old genleman and his daughter leave the parking lot in an old Crown Vic and he had a POW sticker on the left rear bumper.
I sit here now with tears in my eyes...........wishing I had spoken more to him...........
Last Thursday morning when I was in the lobby of my pain management doctor's office I just happened to notice an elderly gentleman sporting a walker and probably accompanied by his daughter who looked older than me.
He had on one of those "Commiss ary Mall" hats that said WWII and Korean Vet. As I waited in line to check in I wodered just how many of these ladies and gents we are lucky enough to still have with us.
As soon as I paid my $12 co-pay I walked straight to him and held out my hand to thank him for his service(s). He was about 5' 6" and frail and had on a pair of those wrap around sun glasses. He chuckled softly and said thank you and smiled as I sat down across from him.
I was a "work-in" so I had to wait for an opening. After about 15 minutes (a short wait) in comes one of those gals you see riding her scooter in WM's and bumping into things and people. Her momma checks her in as she rolls over next to the old gentleman and spins her scooter around to watch TV. She had only been in the building for a couple of minutes and then she starts complaining about it being too hot and she needed a "coke". She pissed and moaned the whole time he sat there and then into the time it took them to work me in.
While I was sitting on the exam table waiting for Napolean to come check my incision I thought more about the old man's time in service and wondered what "uncomfortablnesses" he had experienced in his life and what he had pushed into the back of his mind.
When I came out of the building to get in my truck I saw the old genleman and his daughter leave the parking lot in an old Crown Vic and he had a POW sticker on the left rear bumper.
I sit here now with tears in my eyes...........wishing I had spoken more to him...........