Part three. I have talked about what we have done or tried to do here. To be of help, to share what we have been privileged to have. I have not said what is in this for me. What I get out of all of this. Why I accept the inconvenience of living here. The bugs, not being able to buy what I am used to, different food and language, no car, always depending on someone. Squirrel tails in my bedroom.
Well, let me tell you, I receive so much more than I give. I am old fashioned. My work life was one of being of service to others. Planning their trips, arranging unforgettable adventures, opening the world up to them. Spoiling them with special features. And I loved it. The stories the excitement the memories they brought back to me made all the work worthwhile. This is no different. So many people feel unneeded and wasted once they retire. Their lives change. Mine changed, but in the very best of ways. I wasn’t just a surplus old lady. I was, am, a welcomed part of life. They teach me their ways and share their lives and families with me and welcome me in. I share with them what I have and know.
I think I will stop here. I don’t know that any more needs to be said.
Happy Thanksgiving
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