I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?

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Do not know the origin or authenticity ,
but there is a very good message contained
in it felt like sharing..
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She said, “Hi handsome. My name is Rose.
I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?”

I laughed and enthusiastically responded,
“Of course you may!” and she gave me a giant squeeze.
“Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?”
 I asked.
She jokingly replied,
“I’m here to meet a rich husband, get married, and
have a couple of kids…”
“No seriously,” I asked.
I was curious what may have motivated her
to be taking on this challenge at her age.
“I always dreamed of having a college education
and now I’m getting one!” she told me.

 After class we walked to the student union building
and shared a chocolate milkshake.We became instant friends.

Every day for the next three months, we would leave
class together and talk non-stop. I was always
mesmerised listening to this “time machine”
as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.

 Over the course of the year, Rose became a
campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went.
She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention
bestowed upon her from the other students.
She was living it up.

 At the end of the semester we invited Rose to
speak at our football banquet. I’ll never forget what
she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up
to the podium.

 As she began to deliver her prepared speech,
she dropped her three by five cards on the floor.
Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into t
he microphone and simply said,
“I’m sorry I’m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and
this whiskey is killing me! I’ll never get my speech back
in order so let me just tell you what I know.”

As we laughed she cleared her throat and began,
“We do not stop playing because we are old;
we grow old because we stop playing.
There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy,
and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humour
every day. You’ve got to have a dream. When you
lose your dreams, you die.
We have so many people walking around who are dead
and don’t even know it!
There is a huge difference between growing older
and growing up.
If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one
full year and don’t do one productive thing, you will
turn twenty years old.
If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a
year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.
Anybody can grow older.
That doesn’t take any talent or ability. T
he idea is to grow up by always finding
opportunity in change.

 Have no regrets. The elderly usually don’t have
regrets for what we did, but rather for things we
did not do. The only people who fear death are
those with regrets.”

She concluded her speech by courageously
singing “The Rose.”

She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and
live them out in our daily lives.
At the year’s end Rose finished the college degree
she had begun all those years ago.

 One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in
her sleep. Over two thousand college students
attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful
woman who taught by example that it’s never too
late to be all you can possibly be .

 REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY.
GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL.

 We make a Living by what we get,
We make a Life by what we give.
Have a great life!!!
With best wishes.