I was parked at the Wal-Mart the other day, and saw a very very very old man walking across the parking lot on his way in.
It took him about ten minutes to get to the main door.
I thought about all the stuff he'd seen, and all the things he must know about. I wondered if he had a deep truth hidden in between his wrinkles, about something. . .perhaps he has the answer to some big world problem. .
Then I thought that when he dies, all of that knowledge is going to go into the grave at the same time he does. . .poof! . . Just like that.
Somebody should write a book and capture this, before it's gone forever.
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I wondered about what others focus on when coming across someone very advanced in years?