Every elderly person in the nursing home…

…was young once.

Once they were a small baby.  Then they were a child.  Then a teenager in love.

Perhaps once they got married, and felt jitters on their wedding day.

They bought a house.

They had children.

You see them as they are now; someone on a stretcher who cannot walk, maybe cannot communicate.  But that is a single point, on a life that is a line.

There was a whole lifetime that went before.  They are all of those people; the baby, the young man or woman, the bride or groom.

And we all will grow old, if we are lucky.  So we are them, too.


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