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Hope for the elderly

Just a touch

I was sitting at the doctors office a little worried about the fact that my blood pressure reading had been up for the last two days. I was watching the news when a elderly man sitting next to me started talking. At first it was just a regular conversation about his life and how he had worked really hard and even built buildings in the local area but then our conversation changed.

I kept talking but for a second I thought why he was sharing so much but I found out why quickly. Do you think about when you will get the opportunity to share your love for Christ? So we started talking about the Bible and how he reads but does not go to church because the new age preachers don’t follow the rules. I smiled…Then he told me how we all think we are ready to be old but with several medical condition and the fact that science is keeping us around longer it turns into a longing to die but somehow your trapped here.

My heart sank this man had a really successful life, he listed so many blessing in complicated situation but he was so discouraged. He also told me how in his younger days he felt like a Bible scholar and now he gets confused easily. I encouraged him to stay in the word and I told him what a wonderful life he has had so far.

I got him to crack a smile I even offered him my phone number but he declined. I was a little worried that his wife would come out and hit me with her cane but I made it away safely. Before I walked away I put my hand on his shoulder and I told him how much I really appreciated him sharing with me.

I don’t know if I said anything that may have altered his view on the way things were, but I thank God for us crossing paths. I know he was just maybe having an off day and it was time for me to share my love for Christ and what the perfect person to share it with.

My husband lost his Aunt and she was well into her eighties she had seen more things; than we may ever witness in our lifetime. I will never forget I went to see her during her last days. She was fading in and out and we were talking in the room with her. A nurse and I were trying to explain to some smaller children that she was going to a better place. When the nurse asked one of the girls did they know Jesus, out of her sleep our aunt answered and said I do.

What a great feeling came over me because even in the end, she recognized his name. Lets keep our elderly close. They need us more now then ever before.

The Beatitudes Matthew 5:2-11

And he opened his mouth and taught them, saying:

“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

“Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.

“Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.

“Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied.

“Blessed are the merciful, for they shall receive mercy.

“Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.

“Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons  of God.

10 “Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness’ sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

11 “Blessed are you when others revile you and persecute you and utter all kinds of evil against you falsely on my account. 12 Rejoice and be glad, for your reward is great in heaven, for so they persecuted the prophets who were before you

©Alice F Spencer 2019~ Revised Copy

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At Last

It’s been fifteen years of my life and I’m singing the same old song

No one is here to comfort me, when things are going wrong

At last I am all by myself rather cold and stiff too

For I am dead as a doorknob, and no one can get through

They did my hair all cute and nice, and gave me lots of flowers

But it’s too late for me to enjoy for I’ve been dead for hours

I must, I must be happy now six feet under ground

No one can tell me right from wrong, or what to do and how

This is a wish a call for help to show me the way

Because I am unhappy and I don’t know if I want to see my next living day

©Alice F Spencer 2019~ Revised Copy

I read this poem now and I cringe. I wonder how my parents and teachers must have felt the day they read it. Thinking back on being stuck in a family counseling sessions for a month, trying to explain why I wrote such a detailed poem. I was never unhappy or wanted to take my life. After talking about suicide one day at school the words just came to me. I wanted to put myself in that situation, and then truly think about how I would feel. So many people today young and old think about suicide. I believe it’s because each day there are so many new disaster. Having friends and a strong belief system is the only thing that can get you through. There is also the fact that people are living longer and this is wonderful, but many are living with chronic pain.

Fifteen is such a confusing age with thoughts of transitioning from a teen to a young adult. Beginning to feel the tug of life; feeling underappreciated could make you feel dead to the people around you. The thought of loved ones rushing around to buy flowers and give well wishes after your gone is the sad state that we all sometimes find ourselves in. Wishing we would have stopped by to check on a loved one or forced them to spend a little time with us. I have noticed my calendar filling up, and sometimes the best thing you can do is clear it. Eliminate a few of those unwanted appointments and add some relaxation time. I like to say start living!!

At Last was a call for help, with the hope that others would make each day count. Spread love from the teen years to the elderly, because people are hurting everywhere and taking your own life is not the solution. I love my mother dearly, her and my sister are my best friends. It makes me sad that my mom has days where she can walk freely, and others where she cannot. I will do everything in my power to help her smile. I hope that smile will give her thousands of reasons, to continue wanting to live in spite of whatever comes her way. At Last

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline1-800-273-8255