The Elderly Experience

I watched in horror as an elderly woman almost fell off the bus with her walker in hand.  Those crowded around the front of the bus quickly rushed to help.  A man then opened her walker for her and she kept on going.  She looked around her late 70's or early 80's.  As the bus drove by I just observed her as she crossed a small street to Giant.

My issue:   I have a 92 year old grandmother, what if this was her?

I mean this woman has no other way to get food.

What happened to the days when we would knock next door and ask Mrs. Elderly if she needed anything?

Clearly they're gone, and clearly its hard to trust anyone nowadays.  But what about her family where are they?

I say I watched in horror because I was alarmed to think of all what might happen to her!  And with her feebleness she could easy be taken advantage of.

I quickly tried to think of a happy thought.  Yes! In criminal justice class they spoke of how the elderly were least to be victimized out of any age group because of the time of day they choose to come out.  There is less activity at this time.

However, for some reason this slight solace was not enough.  I needed more.  I needed to see her family member pull up, or a loving neighbor say, " Hey Mrs. Elderly let me help you shop."  But neither was there.

Is there no one here for our elderly?  Will anyone be here for me, or us?

As scary as this world is the thought is daunting.  All I could do is offer a quick prayer for her safe return home.  By Mrs. Elderly, take your time please, and be safe, and I wish you a safe return.

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