Elderly Drivers

Keep in mind though,in a 16-19 year olds mind,YOU are an old SOB.. One more thing(we get preachy) over age 45,if you have not realized it yet,(you should) time goes fast,and it will not be long,not long at all,till YOU are,40,and then,50..time goes fast son,they told me that once,I thought they were "full" of it,but hey,talk all you want...

 

Trust me, turning 30 a few months ago was painful LMAO! In fact, it was the only "depressing" b-day to date thus far in my life.

But I'm still a "young at heart" 30 year old...

 

I,too,bummed at 30,as I was the last wave of the "hippie" generation,-Never trust anyone over 30,etc..In fact,I didnt talk to anyone for 2 days,including my wife at that time..laughable now.,but very,very real then.

 

I'll drink to that!

 

Naah, just lazy.

 

Old woman who dress like they are 20 are pretty funny too.

 

And THOSE are the ones I dream about.. Which reminds me,time to zzzz,gotta b.s. day in Chicaco tomorrow...Ummm,20 year olds,I mean..

 

You asked for it.


http://www.theregister.co.uk/2010/03/10/gen_y_lazy_greedy/

 

Family is VERY important with this. My father is long gone -- passed away in January 1984 at age 77 after living almost 8 years with Alzheimers. In the early stage, before we were fully aware of what was happening, we saw Daddy get into little scrapes -- a light standard here, a curb there, and so on. But one of the biggest pleasures of his day was going to McDonald's for a burger and coffee at lunch time. (Mom was still working.) We knew Daddy shouldn't be driving... that sooner or later he was going to hurt someone... but none of us had the heart to take his license. It would have broken his heart.

So, here I am -- newly married and thinking about having our first baby -- picturing an elderly driver hitting us and perhaps taking the life of my child. Then thinking about Daddy and his increasing difficulties driving.

I called the state police... explained the situation -- our family thought Daddy was no longer fit to drive, but we loved him too much to take away his independence. The trooper talked with me for a while and advised that he would handle the situation.

Shortly thereafter, my father received a letter stating something to the effect that he was selected from a group of senior citizens to re-take the drivers exam prior to renewing his license.

I guess Daddy knew he wouldn't pass because he never took the test. Instead, he just gave up driving. I give the trooper an A+ for the way he handled it. Instead of getting into a push-pull situation with the license, he gave my father the chance to prove his abilities. Then it became my father's choice.

Life is hard sometimes. To this day I carry some sadness about what I did. But I also know it's much easier to cope with reporting my father to the state police than it would be facing a family grieving over the loss of a loved one because we turned a blind eye to the situation.

I just pray that Daddy forgives me.

 

Yeah, but that factoid article was written in the UK and the UK is known for two things; lazy workers and bad teeth.