older generation

 


As I drive around, I have been encountering members of the older generation. I provide them with transportation to their doctor's appointments and assist with their grocery shopping. Many of them no longer have a loved one to care for them. Despite this, they are kind and possess a great sense of humor. They simply desire to engage in pleasant conversation. I had the pleasure of transporting an 86-year-old lady who still resides in the same house she has lived in for forty years. She had purchased plants and potting soil, and I was happy to assist her in loading these items into the trunk. She had carefully arranged the plants in a crate to ensure their safe transport. As I gently placed the plants in the trunk, she followed closely behind with the potting soil. I offered to assist her, but she declined, stating that she didn't mind a little work. As we began our journey home, she shared with me her experiences growing up on a farm in New Mexico. Her father had taught her how to cultivate her own food, and she attributed her "green thumb" to him. She reflected on the challenges she faced as a child, but expressed gratitude for the hard work, which she believed had contributed to her longevity. Her pride in her upbringing was evident. She then inquired about the music playing on the radio, asking if it was Christopher Cross. I confirmed that it was, and she shared her appreciation for his music, though she preferred Michael McDonald. I was impressed by her musical taste. As the ride came to an end, I assisted her with her belongings and bid her farewell. As I drove away, I noticed that she had left a $5.00 tip, which is a common gesture of appreciation from the older generation.

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