Mom

I was sitting in the courtyard of the cafeteria at the hospital yesterday having a cigerette. I was just lost in my thoughts and keeping to myself, when this elderly lady came up to me and asked me to bum a smoke. I'm a sucker for older people, so-regardless of that fact that she had an oxygen tank on her wheelchair-I gave her one. It's amazing how many people in hospitials are so anxious to share there story. They just want to say what they have to say, even if it is to a complete stranger. Maybe its easier to talk to a stranger about things. You do not have to worry about what they think because what are the chances that you are going to see them again? Honestly? She told me how she had been in the hospital for two weeks, and he daughter had only been there to see her once. I felt so badly for that woman. My mother goes to see my father every day. Even when she is tired from working a full time job, she goes to see him. She is faithful and true. My father never has to think, "I wonder if my wife will come see me today." She is much stronger than she realizes or gives herself credit for being. My mother is wise, patient, kind, and selfless. I aspire to be like her one day. If I obtain only half as much, I will have done well.