A lot of people will say I am getting old (I am). My next birthday will click the number 64. Today I spent the afternoon with old people (older than me)! Went after noon dinner to wish my mom a happy birthday, 94 yrs old and completely with it. Then I stopped by a neighbor who was having a birthday today also. He is 81 and I brought him a picture of him sitting on my Hiawatha Doodlebug that I took a couple of years ago. As we sat at his table having coffee and cookies, he had tears in his eyes as he looked at the picture and reminisced about the Doodlebug he had as a young boy on the farm. I had a 12 mile drive to another town for a board meeting, but thought I should stop and visit one more old guy in the nursing home at that location (he is 87). Since he is suffering from Alzheimer's, I was a bit apprehensive about going to see him since his entry into a memory care facility. When I walked in to the lock down area, I saw him watching tv. He looked up and his eyes said more than any words could ever say. He lit up like it was his birthday! He put his hand out to shake mine as I sat down next to him and started to talk to him. Although he had only a few moments of clarity, we had a great time. I went into that nursing home with the thought of how I could maybe brighten his day, even if he would forget it by the time I walked out. The apprehension I felt walking into the nursing home was replaced with a feeling of happiness and a brightening of my day as I left him, a smile on his face and a friendly handshake. The little things in life, so many times make a difference in others.