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When you see a little old lady.....

When you see a little old lady in the street, don't write her off.  Behind that wrinkled face is a wealth of wisdom on how to survive this life and possibly to know the way safely into the next.  In the past I have made the mistake of thinking all that you see now is the sum total of a person.  I remember being amazed when a little old lady told me she used to be an ice skater.  Wow, that was a surprise. You see, if like me you have reached nearly 71(Yes I've got to that stage where I'm beginning to boast about my age), well if you have got this far you must be a survivor and have some stories to tell to pass on the wisdom.  So if you have any sense you will befriend an old lady and get her to tell you her secrets and how to survive too. Why struggle on your own when a well of knowledge is living in your street.

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