I spent a good while this morning/afternoon having a wonderful chat with a lovely (not "old"), wise gentleman in the waiting room. I'm always amazed at the stories that come out of people who have been on this planet for 80+ years. All they need is the time and they'll tell you the best words of wisdom.
I learned about what it was like to be on Roncesvalles when there were horses and buggies going around. What it was like to grow up in the same house that was built in the 1800's. What it was like to have your medicine cabinet in your kitchen (I'm a BIG fan of these stories). What it's like to see an historical area of the city grow and change and evolve.
Part of the reason I get next-to-nothing done when I'm around the "not old" is because I love to hear these stories. I love hearing about trips to Africa and Peru ages ago to build hospitals and schools, about some onioney slop that would make colds go away, or about simply what it was like to walk uphill both ways. The best part is the appreciation and the smiles that come out when people get to tell their stories.
I smiled a lot today. Hanging out with not "old" people really is awesome.
I challenge myself... a lot.