Originally Posted by Bladewire

When I was 17 I worked at an old folks home in Sacramento. I bathed old folks,fed them, talked to them, loved them. There was a blind woman that was once a famous author, our time together was her reading her stories back to me from memory. She was amazing. Some people projected a lot of suffering, despair, sadness. Death came more than I expected.

It's never to late to realize that the older you get, the more you rely on others around you. I was one of the only white people working there. Find strength in knowing that someone you don't know will take care of you out of compassion, love and understanding regardless of where your mind is. Better to step up now, catch up, and move forward with kindness, love and compassion. You know better.