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I'm not anti-social, I'm anti-idiot. 

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When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.

One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.

Cranky Old Man

What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . when you're looking at me?
A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food .. . ... . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . .'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not . . . ... lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking?. .Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse .you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me . . to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, .. ...Babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future ... . . . . I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.
It's jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigor, depart.
There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.
I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.
Not a cranky old man .
Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. .... . ME!!

Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. We will all, one day, be there, too!

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The best and most beautiful things of this world can't be seen or touched. They must be felt by the heart!

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I'm gonna go crap in the yard, but first, lemme take a selfie.
Hilarious Dogs selfie of all time revealed!

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Stand strong civil disobedience.

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Colorful Rose... Worth Sharing ?

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I know its a kinda cheesy profile picture. I make myself laugh.

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SHOULD READ and do not ignore this message without SHARING to the other.
On Sunday a family went to picnic with a few drinks tin. Monday, two family members admitted to hospital and placed in the Intensive Care Unit space. He died on Wednesday, Autopsy results concluded it hit Leptospirosis. The virus is stuck to the tin cans are drunk, without the use of glasses / cups. Test results showed that tin was infected mice that had dried urine containing Leptospira. Highly recommended to rinse the parts evenly on all soda cans before drinking it. Cans are usually stored in the warehouse and delivered direct to retail stores without cleaning. A study shows that the top of all beverage cans more contaminated than public toilets (full of germs and bacteria.)So, clean it with water before putting mouth in order to avoid all accidents total.

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By Duty Bound: Survival and Redemption in a Time of War

Raised in the segregated South, Ezell Ware was altogether familiar with racism and hatred. Yet he still determined to demonstrate his love for country by dedicating his life to military service.  Having grown up without running water, electricity, or sufficient food, he wasn’t daunted by military life. He became the top recruit in his Marine training class.

He eventually earned a chance to join the Army’s helicopter pilot program, realizing his dream of flying. It was a role that would change his life, and the life of an unlikely partner in valor at the height of the Vietnam War.

When Ware arrived at his unit, he was assigned to serve as copilot under the command of a racist white Captain. Immediately the Captain informed Ware of his membership in the Ku Klux Klan and warned that at the first opportunity, he would shoot Ware himself and leave him for dead.

Downed by enemy fire while on a mission over thick jungles, Ware and his badly injured captain endured a three-week descent into hell, with one canteen and little defense against countless deadly forces. During the crash landing the Captain's legs were badly injured leaving him unable to walk. There was no way he would make it home without help.

It was at that moment that Ware made a decision that exemplifies the true caliber of his patriotism and his unconditional love for his fellow servicemen. He dressed and splinted the Captain's wounds and literally picked him up and and carried him an untold number of miles over the course of the next three weeks. The Captain continued to deride him and call him unthinkable names throughout the course of their journey.

When they finally made their way back to American forces, the Captain was so severely hurt, and his wounds so badly infected that he was immediately evacuated out of the country to receive proper medical care. The two men never saw each other again.

Some twenty-five years later, now Brigadier General Ware had gotten involved in public speaking, sharing stories of hope and inspiration to anyone who would listen. In the middle of one of these speeches, a broken old man arose from a back row seat. With a cane in hand, he limped down the center aisle interrupting the General's speech.

With tears in his eyes and nearly uncontrollable sobbing, this man wrapped his arms around the now silent General and began begging him for forgiveness for how he had treated him all those years before. It was the first time they had seen each other since their experience in that God-forsaken jungle. As you can imagine, it was a very emotional experience for everyone in the room.

When we think about the history of civil rights, we often think about those who marched in parades and gave speeches. We seldom think of those silent individuals who exemplified such profound strength of character in the face of such intrepid opposition and hatred. I like to think that men like Ezell Ware have helped to change the landscape of this country in profound ways.

I'm incredibly grateful for and proud of the service of men like Ware. Because of his actions, I can live in a society where I can serve alongside amazing men and women and actually see them for the wonderful people that they are without regard to race or ethnicity. 

We will all face obstacles and opposition in our lives. It is during those trying moments in our life that we are able to allow the strength of character to shine through. Remember that it is character that Martin Luther King Jr. believed should be our only basis for judgment.

I encourage you, my friends, to be strong.

#strength   #character   #racism   #blackhistorymonth  
Photo Credit: This is a photo I took of one of my fellow service members. I would gladly march to hell and back with him.
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