Dream in Heart

On the first day of school our professor introduced a new classmate-a wrinkled little old lady-to us. Her name was Rose, and she was eighty-seven years old.

After class Rose and I walked to the Student Union Building and shared a chocolate milk-shake. She told me she always dreamed of having a college education and now she was getting one. We became instant friends. Every day for the following months, we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always attracted, listening to this " time machine" as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.

Rose became famous and easily made friends wherever she went. She tended to be highly motivated,responsible, and deeply involved in class participation. In spare time she had someone hang out or go to bars with. She even participated in some form of athletic activity. She said that extra-curricular activities can form a vital part of her experience, creating unique chances for friendship and learning.

At the end of the term we invited Rose to speak at our football meal. A little embarrassed, she leaned into the microphone and simply said, " I' m sorry I' m so nervous." 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 is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you' re nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year, you will turn twenty. If I' m eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year, I will turn eighty-eight. Anybody can grow older. It' s non-optional but that doesn' t take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding the chance in change. In this way the elderly don' t have regrets for what they did, but rather for things they did not do." Rose concluded her speech by courageously sing