Crabby Old Man
Written by Administrator Thursday, 10 May 2012 07:53
When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in GRASS VALLEY, CA. 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 home.
One nurse took her copy to Missouri.The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of The News Magazine of the St. Louis Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation Has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.
And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of This 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.Crabby Old Man...
What do you see nurses? . . ... . . What do you see?What are you thinking . . . . . When you're looking at me?
A crabby 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 . . . . .. My heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows . . . . . That I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . .. . I have young of my ow n.
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's 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 . . . . . 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.
Tis 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 guy still dwell s,
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 crabby 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.
Be Safe
Written by Editor1 Wednesday, 22 June 2011 13:48
Read this, be safe.
This is one of those e-mails that if you don't send it, someone on your
List may suffer for not reading it. The original message was written by
A lady whose brother and wife learned a hard lesson this past week.
Their house burnt down nothing left but ashes. They have good insurance
So the house will be replaced and most of the contents. That is the
Good news. However, they were sick when they found out the cause of the
Fire.
The insurance investigator sifted through the ashes for several hours.
He had the cause of the fire traced to the master bathroom. He asked her
Sister-in-law what she had plugged in the bathroom. She listed the
Normal things....straighteners, hair-dryer. He kept saying to her, "No,
This would be something that would disintegrate at high temperatures".
Then her sister-in-law remembered she had a Glade Plug-In, in the
Bathroom.
The investigator had one of those "Aha" moments. He said that was the
Cause of the fire. He said he has seen more house fires started with the
Plug-in type room fresheners than anything else.
He said the plastic they are made from is THIN. He also said that in
Every case there was nothing left to prove that it even existed. When
The investigator looked in the wall plug, the two prongs left from the
Plug-in were still in there.
Her sister-in-law had one of the plug-ins that had a small night-light
Built in it. She said she had noticed that the light would dim and then
Finally go out. She would walk in to the bathroom a few hours later, and
The light would be back on again. The investigator said that the unit
Was getting too hot, and would dim and go out rather than just blow the
Light bulb. Once it cooled down it would come back on. That is a warning
Sign.
The investigator said he personally wouldn't have any type of plug in
Fragrance device anywhere in his house. He has seen too many places that
Have been burned down due to them.
Murunga Tree
Written by Editor1 Wednesday, 22 June 2011 13:35
Touch the nose
Last Updated on Wednesday, 22 June 2011 13:25 Written by Editor1 Wednesday, 22 June 2011 13:14
First click on the picture, then try to touch his nose with your cursor.....
Panadol
Last Updated on Monday, 17 January 2011 13:36 Written by Administrator Monday, 17 January 2011 13:20
My husband was working in a hospital as an IT engineer, as the hospital is planning to set up a database of its patients and he knows some of the doctors quite well. The doctors used to tell him that whenever they have a headache, they are not willing to take PANADOL / PARACETAMOL. In fact, they will turn Herbal Medicine or find other alternatives. This is because Panadol is toxic to the body, and it harms the liver. According to the doctor, Panadol will remain in the body for at least 5 years.And according to the doctor, there was an air-hostess who consumed lots of Panadolas she needed to stand all the time and work under lots of pressure. She's now in her early 30's, and she is undergoing kidney cleaning (DIALYSIS) every month.
Whenever we have a headache, that's because it is due to the electron / Ion imbalance in the brain. Some alternative solution to cope with this matter is Drink lots of water.Another method will be to submerge your feet in a basin of warm water so that it brings the blood pressure down from your throbbing head. As Panadol is a pain killer, the morePanadol you take, the lesser would be your threshold for pain (your endurance level for pain). We all will fall ill as we age. Imagine that we had spent our entire life popping quite a substantial amount of Panadol (Pain Killer), when you need to have a surgery or operation, you will need a much more amount of general anaesthesia.
If you have a very high intake of Panadol throughout your life (Migraine, Menstrual cramps ) it is very likely that normal general anesthetics will have no effects on you as your body is pumped / full with Panadol and your body is so used to pain killer that you would need a much stronger pain killer, Morphine????
The thought is scary enough to turn me to Herbal Medicine or other healthier alternative. Value your health, value your life, THINK TWICE before you easily pop that familiar pill into your mouth again.
Please don't take PANADOL always and try to send his e-mail to people you care.
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