Monday, October 3, 2011

Have you called your mother today?

Throwaway People

by Robert Ringer
Monday, October 3, 2011
A couple of weeks ago, my wife and I had an appointment in Arlington, Virginia.  As we were walking toward our destination, we noticed a thin, elderly lady standing near the street corner.  She was exceptionally well-groomed, and dressed in a colorful, neatly pressed outfit.

Leaning on her cane, she was looking around in what appeared to be a confused manner.  We were concerned, because it was a very hot and humid day.  As we approached her, my wife asked if she needed any help.  She smiled sweetly and said that she was looking for her bank, but was not certain she was walking in the right direction.

She went on to explain that she had glaucoma and could not see very well.  When she gave us the name of her bank, I told her that it was just on the other side of the street, and said we would be happy to help her across.  She appeared to be pleased by the offer.

My wife and I took hold of her arms, waited for the streetlight to change, then slowly helped her to the other side.  As we approached the curb, she explained that even though she was not totally blind, she could not see the curb clearly enough to be sure she wouldn’t trip and fall.

We carefully guided her up over the curb and onto the sidewalk in front of the bank.  She assured us that she could make it into the bank on her own, so we wished her a nice day and began to turn away.  But as we did, she began talking to us about her life and her family.  She said she was ninety, and her eldest sister was still alive at age ninety-nine.  She also mentioned that she had another sister who had passed away.
Several times I said that we had to be running along to avoid being late for our appointment — and each time, she went on to another subject … her deceased husband … her osteoporosis … her medical-doctor son.  She seemed genuinely excited to have someone to talk to, and clearly did not want the conversation with two strangers to end.

It was obvious that she was very lonely.  One side of me wanted to stay and talk to her for as long as she wished, but the other side of me was thinking about our appointment.  Awkwardly, we finally ended the conversation.

As my wife and I walked away, we turned around and watched that adorable little lady walk, with considerable difficulty, toward the door to the bank.  I couldn’t help wondering if her doctor-son knew that his mom was walking by herself to the bank in the hot, humid weather.

As a result of that unexpected encounter in Arlington, many thoughts drifted through my mind during the remainder of the day.  First and foremost, I thought about my own elderly mother.  She was the ultimate housewife/mom at a time when such an occupation was considered noble.  She spoiled the heck out of me, and I loved every minute of it.  More important, I loved her dearly … and still do.

I remembered how, from the time I was about six years old, whenever I spotted the smallest bit of debris on the floor, I would pick it up and throw it in the wastebasket because I didn’t want my mom to have to bend over.  Now, with six children of my own, I’m still in awe of the fact that merely by being who she was, she motivated me enough to want to spare her any unnecessary work.

I also thought about how long it’s been since I visited my mother … and about the time, when my brother-in-law’s mother died and I offered my condolences, he said, in a reflective tone, “You only have one.”  As we go about our day-to-day lives, I guess it’s pretty easy to forget the obvious.

Hugh Downs, now ninety, has often expressed his belief that there is more prejudice against the elderly than any other group in our society.  He is especially offended by the cry to get “older, dangerous” drivers off the road.  As he puts it, “We should get all dangerous drivers off the road.”

I believe one of the chief reasons we tend to brush aside the elderly is that the society we live in is not only drowning in materialism and narcissism, but it is a throwaway society as well.  No one fixes anything anymore.  When something is broken, you just throw it in the trash can, then buy a new and better model.
So it’s only natural that we do the same thing with old people, right?  After all, they can’t be fixed, so why not just throw them away?  It’s too bad we place so little value on the elderly, because, on the whole, they have so much to offer — wisdom, purity of thought, and, above all, tranquility.  If the medical community could transplant an eighty-year-old brain into a twenty-one-year-old skull, one can only imagine how much better the life of the young person who owned that skull would likely turn out.

I believe it’s healthy to be conscious of the fact that we’re all on our way to the same destination:  old age (provided we’re luckier than the Tim Russerts and Tony Snows among us).  And when we arrive at that destination, let’s hope that we won’t be walking down a street alone, cane in hand, barely able to see the curb … and that our children will visit us often.

As Katharine Hepburn once said, “Life is hard.  After all, it kills you.”

Copyright © 2011 Robert Ringer
ROBERT RINGER is a New York Times #1 bestselling author and host of the highly acclaimed Liberty Education Interview Series, which features interviews with top political, economic, and social leaders. He has appeared on Fox News, Fox Business, The Tonight Show, Today, The Dennis Miller Show, Good Morning America, The Lars Larson Show, ABC Nightline, and The Charlie Rose Show, and has been the subject of feature articles in such major publications as Time, People, The Wall Street Journal, Fortune, Barron's, and The New York Times.


Randy-g said...

You only have one. Mine left way before her time at the age of 52. I still to this day wish I would have called her more often.

Mark D. said...

Thanks for posting this. I call my mom every day, sometimes twice a day. And I am always happy to hear what she is up to.

Mary De Voe said...

"If the medical community could transplant an eighty-year-old brain into a twenty-one-year-old skull, one can only imagine how much better the life of the young person who owned that skull would likely turn out."
It is easier than surgery. You have just done it by listening, and paying attention.