My day yesterday was a typical Tuesday but that night I had the honor to play the piano at the adult care center for the elderly. My friend works there and asked for my help to play some songs for the people there. I had the chance to meet some amazing men and women.
These men and women have alzheimer's disease. I couldn't help but have a soft heart when visiting with them. I knew that they had all been my age at one time and lived a full life and had families that they loved and took care of. I was able to visit with a man that was giving me instructions on how to build something, I thanked him and told him that he was a good man and he said to me "I hope so".
Some of the other people there would make me chuckle inside because they would yell out and say things like, "stop talking to me" or "we better call her and see what she needs" or a women would get frustrated at another lady and then would ask me if these people were driving me crazy. I just smiled and told her "no". I will for sure go back again.
I have a place in my heart for the elderly. I grew up with parents that were constantly helping the widows of our home town. My mom was always visiting someone at the rest home in Logan and I always got to go with her. My parents also visited those that were in the hospital and I appreciate the experience because it has helped me not be afraid, but to love those in need.
So, after an amazing night with the elderly I had to work my way over to a school board meeting where I shared my thoughts on next years boundary change. I really am not looking forward to the school change for next year because I love the school we are at. Never the less, the board decided to proceed with the boundary change and my girls have to change schools. I have since then found peace about this and know that it might be for the better.
After my comment and the vote of the school board, the super intendent came over and called me out to the hall with him. He started to speak and there came the tears. I did not want to cry especially in front of him. Then he called over the principal to the new school we will attend and I still cried visiting with him. Now I'll be known as the crazy mother. Oh well, Anyone that knows me knows that my emotions are on my sleeve and can cry when things get to me.
So, the moral to this experience is the next time you need to go to a school board meeting don't go help with the elderly first. A humbled heart can lead to embarrasing tears that you can't take back and feel silly about later.
Something to think about: "...When ye are in the service of your fellow beings ye are only in the service of your God." Mosiah 2:17