I feel good, because my mission is becoming clear…. and we got a hint of what that mission is in the last post. The joy of serious encouragement, even approaching kicks in the pants.
Why does a 75-year old need a mission? Well, apparently I do. And frankly I think everyone does, but they just don’t call it that. I need to be useful, as do the volunteers at the senior center who drive folks to their appointments or the volunteers in the nursing homes to read to folks or the volunteers who run the bingo games on Sunday. Neither a obsessive helper, nor a caretaker, I just have different skills that I truly enjoy using and give me as much joy in the giving as others seem to get in the receiving. So there we are. Continue reading