[Hpn] Fwd: Rose

Bonnie Briggs s248_1132@hotmail.com
Fri, 30 Jun 2000 14:25:12 -0700 (PDT)

Hi all,
  Here's a cute little story to brighten up your weekend. Now, let's go play 
in the sand!
>William Charles Tinker
>25 Granite Street
>Northfield,New Hampshire 03276
>DREAMS~ The first day of school our professor introduced himself and
>challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up
>look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned around to
>a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up
>entire being.
>She said, "Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can
>give you a hug?" I laughed and enthusiastically responded, "Of course
>may!" and she gave me a giant squeeze.  "Why are you in college at such
>young, innocent age?" I asked.
>She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married,
>couple of children, and then retire and travel."
>"No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be
>taking on this challenge at her age.  "I always dreamed of having a
>education and now I'm getting one!"   she told me.
>After class we walked to the student union building and shared a
>milkshake. We became instant friends. Every day for the next three
>would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized
>listening to this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and experience
>with me. Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she
>easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she
>in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was
>it up.
>At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football
>I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up
>the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her
>three by five cards on the floor.
>Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and
>simply said "I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this
>whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me
>tell you what I know."
>As we laughed she cleared her throat and began:  "We do not stop playing
>because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only
>secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. "You have
>laugh and find humor every day."
>"You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have
>many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it!"
>"There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up.  If
>are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one
>productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven
>old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn
>eighty-eight. Anybody can grow older.  That doesn't take any talent or
>ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding the opportunity in
>"Have no regrets. The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we
>but rather for things we did not do.  People who fear death are those
>She concluded her speech by courageously singing "The Rose." She
>each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.
>~At the years end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all
>years ago.
>One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.
>~Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to
>wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all
>can possibly be.
>We send these words in loving memory of ROSE

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