I saw this on facebook and wanted to share it here. I used to work at Hallmark Nursing Home and many days we were understaffed and always didn't really "SEE" the person, but I did see and loved them all. : ) I remember my precious Poppi (my grandfather) when he was in Glendale when we would leave I would turn around and he would be just staring at us with sadness and loneliness in his eyes : ( We were so dam close I took care of him for years but when he broke his hip and I had two little ones and couldn't do it anymore. I was with him when he passed, couldn't eat for weeks after. Then I had a dream which started as a nightmare, my Poppi was following me up the stairs on Hullet St. and I was so afraid because I knew he was dead and I ran into the pantry and he still followed but then he put his arms around me and I felt such tremendous love and when I woke up I KNEW that he was with me always and he loved me and let me begin to heal.
Anyways here is the poem I just found and it's so very very true. When you see an older person who you think is crabby just remember this :
Crabby Old Man
What do you see nurses? What do you see?... What are you thinking, when you're looking at me?... A crabby old man, Not very wise... Uncertain of habit. With faraway eyes?...
Who dribbles his food. And makes no reply... When you say in a loud voice; 'I do wish you'd try!' ... Who seems not to notice,the things that you do... And forever is losing a sock or shoe?...
Who, resisting or not, Lets you do as you will... With bathing and feeding, The long day to fill? ... Is that what you're thinking? Is that what you see?... Then open your eyes, nurse. You're not looking at me...
I'll tell you who I am. As I sit here so still... As I do at your bidding. As I eat at your will... I'm a small child of Ten. With a father and mother... Brothers and sisters. Who love one another...
A young boy of Sixteen. With wings on his feet... Dreaming that soon now. A lover he'll meet... A groom soon at Twenty. My heart gives a leap... Remembering, the vows. That I promised to keep....
At Twenty-Five, now. I have young of my own... Who need me to guide. And a secure happy home.... A man of Thirty. My young now grown fast... Bound to each other. With ties that should last...
At Forty, my young sons. Have grown and are gone... But my woman's beside me. To see I don't mourn... At Fifty, once more, Babies play ' round my knee... Again, we know children . My loved one and me...
Dark days are upon me. My wife is now dead... I look at the future ..I shudder with dread... For my young are all rearing, young of their own... And I think of the years. And the love that I've known...
I'm now an old man, and nature is cruel... Tis jest to make old age, Look like a fool... The body, it crumbles. Grace and vigor, depart... There is now a stone. Where I once had a heart...
But inside this old carcass. A young guy still dwells... And now and again. My battered heart swells... I remember the joys. I remember the pain... And I'm loving and living. Life over again...
I think of the years. All too few. Gone too fast... And accept the stark fact,That nothing can last... So open your eyes, people. Open and see... Not a crabby old man . Look closer . . . . See . . . . . . . . ME !
I saw this on facebook and wanted to share it here. I used to work at Hallmark Nursing Home and many days we were understaffed and always didn't really "SEE" the person, but I did see and loved them all. : ) I remember my precious Poppi (my grandfather) when he was in Glendale when we would leave I would turn around and he would be just staring at us with sadness and loneliness in his eyes : ( We were so dam close I took care of him for years but when he broke his hip and I had two little ones and couldn't do it anymore. I was with him when he passed, couldn't eat for weeks after. Then I had a dream which started as a nightmare, my Poppi was following me up the stairs on Hullet St. and I was so afraid because I knew he was dead and I ran into the pantry and he still followed but then he put his arms around me and I felt such tremendous love and when I woke up I KNEW that he was with me always and he loved me and let me begin to heal.
Anyways here is the poem I just found and it's so very very true. When you see an older person who you think is crabby just remember this :
Crabby Old Man
What do you see nurses? What do you see?... What are you thinking, when you're looking at me?... A crabby old man, Not very wise... Uncertain of habit. With faraway eyes?...
Who dribbles his food. And makes no reply... When you say in a loud voice; 'I do wish you'd try!' ... Who seems not to notice,the things that you do... And forever is losing a sock or shoe?...
Who, resisting or not, Lets you do as you will... With bathing and feeding, The long day to fill? ... Is that what you're thinking? Is that what you see?... Then open your eyes, nurse. You're not looking at me...
I'll tell you who I am. As I sit here so still... As I do at your bidding. As I eat at your will... I'm a small child of Ten. With a father and mother... Brothers and sisters. Who love one another...
A young boy of Sixteen. With wings on his feet... Dreaming that soon now. A lover he'll meet... A groom soon at Twenty. My heart gives a leap... Remembering, the vows. That I promised to keep....
At Twenty-Five, now. I have young of my own... Who need me to guide. And a secure happy home.... A man of Thirty. My young now grown fast... Bound to each other. With ties that should last...
At Forty, my young sons. Have grown and are gone... But my woman's beside me. To see I don't mourn... At Fifty, once more, Babies play ' round my knee... Again, we know children . My loved one and me...
Dark days are upon me. My wife is now dead... I look at the future ..I shudder with dread... For my young are all rearing, young of their own... And I think of the years. And the love that I've known...
I'm now an old man, and nature is cruel... Tis jest to make old age, Look like a fool... The body, it crumbles. Grace and vigor, depart... There is now a stone. Where I once had a heart...
But inside this old carcass. A young guy still dwells... And now and again. My battered heart swells... I remember the joys. I remember the pain... And I'm loving and living. Life over again...
I think of the years. All too few. Gone too fast... And accept the stark fact,That nothing can last... So open your eyes, people. Open and see... Not a crabby old man . Look closer . . . . See . . . . . . . . ME !
What happens if that crabby old man is Ronnie? Kick him down the stair, I say.
"While Foreign Terrorists were plotting to murder and maim using homemade bombs in Boston, Democrap officials in Washington DC, Albany and here were busy watching ME and other law abiding American Citizens who are gun owners and taxpayers, in an effort to blame the nation's lack of security on US so that they could have a political scapegoat."
The modern conservative is engaged in one of man's oldest exercises in moral philosophy; that is, the search for a superior moral justification for selfishness. John Kenneth Galbraith
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