Oldies but Goodies Number 6: Investments


Oldies but Goodies Six: Investments. Yesterday while walking in the hall I heard a daughter say “Don’t thank me, after all you raised me.” I am assuming this was in response to her mother trying to thank her for either visiting or bringing her something. And it struck a chord, after all the mother invested in her daughter by raising her properly and benefited by getting proper care in her old age. Lesson to be learned learn to invest. Not just in things, but in people. Nurture good friendships. Cherish people in your life and it will be repaid. Raise your children well. And also invest in yourself, treat your body right and it will last much longer. Invest in your mind, you owe yourself an education. And invest in your spirit. Find something worth believing in and then believe in it. But make sure it’s the right thing!


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Oldies but Goodies: Relevant advice gained from the Nursing Home Experience


I will try to add another everyday or so but to start of with I will post the five I had already written: 

Oldie but Goodie the first: When thinking about committing to a serious relationship, don’t go for looks or physical stuff. Look at personality. Cause honestly, people get real ugly when they get old. I’ve seen enough old people to know. And you also never know when something could happen and you are suddenly in a wheel chair. If the love was strong enough then it will endure, but if it was based on physicality…you can kiss your marriage goodbye.

Oldie but Goodie the second: Golden Rule…Follow it. Especially when it comes to parenting. Parents, treat your kids the way you want them to treat you cause sooner than you think they will be taking care of you. Neglect them and they are likely to not visit you in the nursing home. And there is nothing lonelier than no visitors. Kids, if your parents are/were good to you, visit them in the nursing home. There is nothing lonelier than no visitors.

Oldie but Goodie the third: Smile. Get in the habit of smiling. All the time. Why? Because it’s awesome. Walking through the hallway of the nursing home I try to make sure I smile and say hello to all of the residents that I encounter. Why? Cause it makes their day! You can just see their faces light up and they flash back a smile which sometimes can be full of food or missing teeth but is still beautiful. And you know what else is interesting? I can come to work tired, annoyed, depressed, disappointed, lonely etc…and walk down a hallway and leave feeling up lifted. So start smiling!

Oldie but Goodie the fourth:Secret to Staying Young. Basically I don’t wanna grow old. I realize I can’t really alter the physical phenomenon of aging (plastic surgery makes you look gross and super zen techniques are just too much work) but I have a great deal of control on how I age emotionally and mentally. Now, I am not promoting immaturity. But I do think we could all use some youth in the way we act and think. So learn to laugh. Learn to cry. Learn to do both at the same time. Learn to not take life seriously. After all, life is a game. And the winner is the person that has the most fun. And everyone knows…young people are better at games.

Oldie but Goodie the fifth: The most basic human desire is for relevance. We need to matter, to feel as if there is a purpose for our existence. It’s what fuels everything: ambition, love, hate, random acts of kindness, random acts of terrorism. We are trying to make a mark and finally kill that little voice inside that keeps whispering “No one cares about you”. Don’t wait until you are too old to start looking back on your life and trying to decide if you lived it to the best of our ability. Start now!

Freedom of Laughter by Melissa Flores


There’s something about laughter–

beautiful, spontaneous, wild, and free.

Golden, springy curls of childhood untucked.

Stack of papers turned loose by the wind,

each sheet traveling independently.

Balloon, filled with air–pop!–

an unexpected explosion–

the air filled with colorful gasses.

Shotgun rhythm–each hand

slapping the sturdy oak of the dinner table–

a jolt through the musician’s body.

What was bound is now unbound,



                        contained-now set free. 


This is a poem by written by a personal friend of mine that I just love! So I posted it for your enjoyment as well!

Why did I lie?


Words exist, they are what everything is

Words are like DNA, they can be built 

and used to create beauty or hideousness

Lies are when mutations of truths occur

and the words of the lie never disappear

They simply die and haunt you like ghosts

Taunting you when you hear a whisper of truth

They are like ink on a white shirt

The words used to make a lie are colors

used to make a painting gone wrong

because a lie is a mutated story

and stories never die, so also don’t lies