When I was a nursing student, back in the old days, I used to hate when the “older” nurses would tell us their “war” stories of how they became nurses: you know, they walked a hundred miles to get to work; they had 50 patients to 1 nurse, etc. It was the same with my parents (and any parent) who when their child complains about homework, going to school, etc., the parent would say, “When I was your age, we walked 20 miles to school…yadayayayada”. As I have aged, I realize one of the benefits of getting older is that one has the ability to reflect on past and present and give counsel (not berate) to those who are younger. Where am I going with this? Patience please. Another benefit of getting older is that you have more to say.
What motivated this post is our place in history and that is no more apparent than this new presidential year. This Inaugueration is one of many I have seen and is the most exciting and momentous one of my life.
