"Life is a gift!" he said passionatly. "It is to be treasured daily, hourly, minute by minute."
"Aww," I said. "You make me feel guilty. I've spent so much of my life in depression or wasting time."
"Oh, Charlotte, we have all done that! It doesn't matter. We all waste our gifts. It only matters that we know them."
"Well, as I am aging, I should know better."
He smiled kindly.
"You are not old. You are just a kid. I am the complete adult."
He is right. He is 98. I am 65.
And I learn from him.
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