No One Really Tells You The Hardest Part Of Getting Older

[1WorldHope]

99. I was so lucky to be employed as a companion in my early 30's

to a survivor of the Nazi's who had escaped to America, and lived a full life in NYC. She aged, her husband died, she had a stroke, and her only child, who was a grown, well educated woman with an exceptionally intelligent husband, hired me to be a companion to her mother in Nebraska. Boy did that open my eyes to other existences.... Anyway, I got to take her to an elderhastel at a local college. Wow. We attended a workshop about humor. T. Marni Voss lead the class and blew my mind. That day, under an evergreen tree, my friend Dussia, whose stroke had affected her speech, leaving her with 2 words. Yes or No. That day she told me an entire joke about a rabbi, a priest and a protestant minister. She changed my life.