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The time is 11:20 in the morning.
My grandfather and I had just come back thirty minutes ago from our
regular morning walk in the neighborhood. We are yet to eat lunch in a
little while. As usual, only the two of us are left in the house. I'm
presently listening to a CD containing Christian New Wave songs a new
friend of mine from North York, Ontario (another Canadian province),
has sent me--which arrived in the mail this morning. Grandfather is on
his ground-level bed, sewing something, whiling his time, curing his
own boredom.
I feel more comfortable and relaxed in situations like this--moments
when my grandfather and I are the only souls in the house, regardless
that we're always inside our room anyway.
Only now--in my being constantly with him--that I'm realizing how
PATIENCE could really be the young's greatest virtue in dealing with
the elderly--add to that, UNDERSTANDING and EMPATHY. Believe me, if not
for these virtues, I would have long given in to resentment and
annoyance.
*PATIENCE*
Every time we would walk, I usually get tired not because of the
distance my grandfather and I were covering nor of how fast we were
walking but because we were walking rather very slow--almost as slow as
a snail's pace, for the obvious reason that my grandfather's weakness
and poor sense of balance could no longer afford him the agility,
stamina, and stride of youth. If not for patience, I would have easily
given in to annoyance and frustration. Because of patience, even
though my legs become tired and my mind weary, my spirit becomes
stronger.
*UNDERSTANDING*
This morning, my grandfather and I came back from our regular early
walk, my aunt and the rest were still in the house; in fact, she even
asked Grandfather where we went--to which he replied: "Just around the
neighborhood." Then, Aunt told Grandfather and me to eat lunch (they'd
finished theirs) for they would already be leaving for work.
Grandfather bade them goodbye and saw them through the door. The funny
thing was, after only about thirty
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My grandfather and I had just come back thirty minutes ago from our
regular morning walk in the neighborhood. We are yet to eat lunch in a
little while. As usual, only the two of us are left in the house. I'm
presently listening to a CD containing Christian New Wave songs a new
friend of mine from North York, Ontario (another Canadian province),
has sent me--which arrived in the mail this morning. Grandfather is on
his ground-level bed, sewing something, whiling his time, curing his
own boredom.
I feel more comfortable and relaxed in situations like this--moments
when my grandfather and I are the only souls in the house, regardless
that we're always inside our room anyway.
Only now--in my being constantly with him--that I'm realizing how
PATIENCE could really be the young's greatest virtue in dealing with
the elderly--add to that, UNDERSTANDING and EMPATHY. Believe me, if not
for these virtues, I would have long given in to resentment and
annoyance.
*PATIENCE*
Every time we would walk, I usually get tired not because of the
distance my grandfather and I were covering nor of how fast we were
walking but because we were walking rather very slow--almost as slow as
a snail's pace, for the obvious reason that my grandfather's weakness
and poor sense of balance could no longer afford him the agility,
stamina, and stride of youth. If not for patience, I would have easily
given in to annoyance and frustration. Because of patience, even
though my legs become tired and my mind weary, my spirit becomes
stronger.
*UNDERSTANDING*
This morning, my grandfather and I came back from our regular early
walk, my aunt and the rest were still in the house; in fact, she even
asked Grandfather where we went--to which he replied: "Just around the
neighborhood." Then, Aunt told Grandfather and me to eat lunch (they'd
finished theirs) for they would already be leaving for work.
Grandfather bade them goodbye and saw them through the door. The funny
thing was, after only about thirty
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