I was in physical therapy, recovering from Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis at the age of eighteen.
As I lay on the table performing my simple exercises, I watched all the old people shuffling around. Then, I noticed one of them shuffling toward me. He smiled at me, I smiled back, then he walked over to a nurse.
"Can I have a piece of paper?" He asks. "And a pen?"
She gave him what he asked for and he scrawled a few words. Then he shuffled toward me again. He was probably near ninety, and wizened as they come.
He handed me the piece of paper.
"Give me a call sometime." He said, and winked.
The paper had his number on it.
3 comments:
That is awesome. Old people rock. haha
Nice. My 77 year old patient today asked me if I was married. When I said no, he took my hand and told me "Neither am I."
:)
Hahahahaaaa
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