4AM

So turns out there's really not all that much to do at 4AM. My blogging drive was triggered by Sam's FB note. So now I'm in a writing mood, yet am lacking a subject. Fun times waking up at 3:30 in the morning due to nightmares [NOT]. So this blog will be very interesting. I'll probably re-read it in the morning and realize that nothing makes sense, but oh well. Hopefully "thinking" at this bloody time in the morning will make me tired.

So due to my lovely community service summer job of volunteering at the adult day care, I've been thinking about physical and mental decay for quite a while. If I had the choice, what would I choose? While mental decay would be easier for me, it's extremely painful for the family. Physical decay is a bit more self-sacrificing, but watching your body slowly shut down? Knowing that you could die at any time? Realizing that these are the last days of your life?

I guess that's where wisdom, patience, and gratefulness steps in. Virtues that you've worked on building up your whole life. If you've mentally decayed, hopefully you've built up strong enough relationships that the ones you loved throughout your life will return your kindness and not find too strenuous to take care of you in your intellectually crippled state. And if your mind goes first, then hopefully you're wise enough to appreciate the days you've had and the days you have in front of you.

That's one of the things I noticed at the day care. . . The first day I was there I noticed people are different. They're appreciative, well most of them at least. Miss B especially, she's an older woman, in a wheel chair, left arm in a cast, the whole shabang, yet when you ask her how her weekend was, she replies "blessed". Just something that stuck me as admirable. . .

One day I'll probably look back at this summer and be glad I volunteered at the day care.