I was having my coffee and paper this weekend, where I have them every saturday, and an older man came out of the store and sat down. He opened up a sandwich and started eating. And his old, wrinkly hands were softly shaking. I don't know why, but it has ALWAYS freaked me out to watch older people eat. It just does. He must have felt me get uneasy, because he asked me how I was doing. And i looked at him, and for whatever reason, didn’t lie.
He listened to me for about 6 minutes while he ate. Just nodding. I was starting to get more passionate, and I finally asked him what he thought.
He said, to just slow down.
“When you get to be my age, you only really remember the good. The bad goes away.”
I sat there in a stupor. I could imagine him watching his children or grand children go through things, and him just having a smile on his face.
Slow down.
Just perfect.
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