(Bee) While in Vermont at the hospital with a client I decided to wait in the hospitals lobby instead of the car. While entering I noticed a man with a yellow sweater ( just like my husband used to have ) sitting alone. I sat down in the seat next to him. After a few minutes of silence he said to me. Did you ever hear of the IRS. I turned and said do you mean the Internal Revenue Service. He smiled and said yes. He then proceeded to tell me that many years ago he worked for them. He said he was a facility specialist. He also said that when he walked into a room he could always tell who liked him and who did not and who would be telling the truth. He said he could do this by their facial expressions. While he was talking you could just see how excited he was remembering. His eyes just glittered and he had a boyish smile on his face.   His hair was white and he had a white ( gentlemen Jims) moustache. He then mentioned that many years ago when he first got married he had taken up script writing. He said when away in the war that he would write to his bride and draw pictures of animals and such on the envelope. Then many of the letters were opened for security sake. He said only his first letter was opened but the rest passed thru. He said that he thought the military thought he was a general or etc. He said he was just a lieutenent. He mentioned that his mail would get to the post office on sunday ( that is when the postalworkers worked on that day) and in order for his artistic envelope not to get bent or etc. the mailman would call his bride to go to the post office and get it and they would meet her at the front door. Again his eyes twinkling.   He also mentioned about script writing that he did not like the Old English Method so he developed his own style and that the Bishop from Burlington Vermont had him make a Rememberence book. He said that that book is still on display. He was so proud. He continued to tell his stories to me. And I just sat and listened. They were so interesting. Then a woman in a wheel chair came and he said that is my wife and she is 85 yrs old and we have been married for 69 years. She said to him come we have to go to the cafeteria to eat lunch. He could hardly stand but as he did he grabbed my hand and said to me come along. I said I could not for I was waiting for someone.   He then went into his pocket and opened my hand and deposited a gold colored dollar coin. I said what is this and he said That is for being so nice and listening to me. I gave him back his coin and said I did not want his money and that it was my pleasure for his storys were so interesting. He just smiled and went happly on his way to lunch.   Later I went to the car to wait and while there out came my man in the yellow sweater with his wife in the wheel chair.   They put her in the drivers seat and away they went. I feel so sorry for the elderly for this couple still had their mental abilitiies but they physically could not do for themselves like they should. I think my message here to all reading this is to take the time to listen to the elderly. They are a living library.

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