Showing posts with label elderly. Show all posts
Showing posts with label elderly. Show all posts
Saturday, March 01, 2014
HOW TO CALL THE POLICE WHEN YOU'RE OLD AND DON'T MOVE FAST ANYMORE
George
Phillips,
an elderly man
from Walled
Lake, Michigan,
was going up
to bed, when
his wife told
him that he'd
left the light
on in the
garden shed,
which she
could see from
the bedroom
window.
George opened
the back door
to go turn off
the light, but
saw that there
were people
in the shed
stealing
things.
He phoned the police, who asked "Is someone in your house?"
He said "No," but some people are breaking into my garden shed and stealing from me.
Then the police dispatcher said "All patrols are busy. You should lock your doors and an officer will be along when one is available."
George said, "Okay." He hung up the phone and counted to 30. Then he phoned the police again.
"Hello, I just called you a few seconds ago because there were people stealing things from my shed. Well, you don't have to worry about them now because I just shot and killed them both; the dogs are eating them right now," and he hung up.
Within five minutes, six Police Cars, a SWAT Team, a Helicopter, two Fire Trucks, a Paramedic and an Ambulance showed up at the Phillips' residence, and caught the burglars red-handed.
One of the Policemen said to George, "I thought you said that you'd shot them!"
George said, "I thought you said there was nobody available!"
(True Story)
I LOVE IT!
Don't mess with old people.
He phoned the police, who asked "Is someone in your house?"
He said "No," but some people are breaking into my garden shed and stealing from me.
Then the police dispatcher said "All patrols are busy. You should lock your doors and an officer will be along when one is available."
George said, "Okay." He hung up the phone and counted to 30. Then he phoned the police again.
"Hello, I just called you a few seconds ago because there were people stealing things from my shed. Well, you don't have to worry about them now because I just shot and killed them both; the dogs are eating them right now," and he hung up.
Within five minutes, six Police Cars, a SWAT Team, a Helicopter, two Fire Trucks, a Paramedic and an Ambulance showed up at the Phillips' residence, and caught the burglars red-handed.
One of the Policemen said to George, "I thought you said that you'd shot them!"
George said, "I thought you said there was nobody available!"
(True Story)
I LOVE IT!
Don't mess with old people.
Thursday, August 01, 2013
Obamacare Supporters Sign Petition For “Mandatory Euthanasia” Of Senior Citizens
Holy shit!
Forget 'death panels' - it's the whole damn lot of them that aren't even human anymore. Democrats have purposely created a death culture in the formerly-great United States of America.
In one exchange with a young male passer by, the Social commentator states “This is supporting a euthanasia program to kill senior citizens.” The man responds with the question “if I sign this am I helping to kill old people or helping not to kill them? When Dice explained that “yeah, you’re going to help put them down like you put down your dog,” the man grabbed the petition and said “yeah lets do this,” signing his name with glee and telling Dice “awesome, thank you.”READ MORE
Forget 'death panels' - it's the whole damn lot of them that aren't even human anymore. Democrats have purposely created a death culture in the formerly-great United States of America.
Saturday, July 14, 2012
Old man
When
an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an
Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any
value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meegre
possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed
the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the
hospital.
One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man's
sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions
of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health.
A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but
eloquent, poem.
And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.
Cranky Old Man.....
What do you see nurses?. . . . . . . What do you see?
What are you thinking. . . . . . . . . .when you're looking at me?
A cranky old man,. . . . . . . . . . . . not very wise,
Uncertain of habit. . . . . . . . . . . . .with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food. . . . . . . . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice. . . . 'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice. . . . . . . .the things that you do.
And forever is losing. . . . . . . . . . .A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not. . . . . . . . . . .lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding. . . . . . . .The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking?. . . . . Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse. . . . . .you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am. . . . . . . . . . . As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding,. . . . . . . . as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten. . . . . . . . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters. . . . . . . . . . . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen. . . . . . . . with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now. . . . . . . .a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty. . . . . . . .my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows. . . . . . . . that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now. . . . . . . . . . I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide. . . . . . . . .And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty. . . . . . . . . . . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other. . . . . . . . . . .With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons. . . . . . . have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me. . . . .to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more,. . . . . . . . . . .Babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children. . . . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me. . . . . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future. . . . . . . . . . . . I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing. . . . young of their own.
And I think of the years. . . . . . . . And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man. . . . . . . . . . . and nature is cruel.
It's jest to make old age. . . . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles. . . . . . . . . grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone. . . . . . . . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass. . . . . . A young man still dwells,
And now and again. . . . . . . . . . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys. . . . . . . . . . .I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . . . . .life over again.
I think of the years, all too few. . . gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact. . . . . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people. . . . . .open and see.
Not a cranky old man .
Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. .... . ME!!
Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within.
And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.
Cranky Old Man.....
What do you see nurses?. . . . . . . What do you see?
What are you thinking. . . . . . . . . .when you're looking at me?
A cranky old man,. . . . . . . . . . . . not very wise,
Uncertain of habit. . . . . . . . . . . . .with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food. . . . . . . . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice. . . . 'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice. . . . . . . .the things that you do.
And forever is losing. . . . . . . . . . .A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not. . . . . . . . . . .lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding. . . . . . . .The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking?. . . . . Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse. . . . . .you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am. . . . . . . . . . . As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding,. . . . . . . . as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten. . . . . . . . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters. . . . . . . . . . . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen. . . . . . . . with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now. . . . . . . .a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty. . . . . . . .my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows. . . . . . . . that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now. . . . . . . . . . I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide. . . . . . . . .And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty. . . . . . . . . . . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other. . . . . . . . . . .With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons. . . . . . . have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me. . . . .to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more,. . . . . . . . . . .Babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children. . . . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me. . . . . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future. . . . . . . . . . . . I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing. . . . young of their own.
And I think of the years. . . . . . . . And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man. . . . . . . . . . . and nature is cruel.
It's jest to make old age. . . . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles. . . . . . . . . grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone. . . . . . . . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass. . . . . . A young man still dwells,
And now and again. . . . . . . . . . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys. . . . . . . . . . .I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . . . . .life over again.
I think of the years, all too few. . . gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact. . . . . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people. . . . . .open and see.
Not a cranky old man .
Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. .... . ME!!
Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Thursday, July 09, 2009
OBAMA WILL REPEAL MEDICARE
It is so ironic that the elderly - who were so vigilant when Bush proposed to change Social Security - are so relaxed about the Obama health care proposals. Bush’s Social Security plan, which did not cut their benefits at all, aroused the strongest opposition among the elderly. But Obama’s plan, which will totally gut Medicare and replace it with government-managed care and rationing, has elicited little more than a yawn from most senior citizens.Read more
It’s time for the elderly to wake up before it is too late!
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