My little sister hates
old people. She's 16, and thinks
involuntary euthanasia should be carried out when someone reaches
65 years of age. She and her friends enjoy yelling out
nonsense words right in the face of old ladies, in order to
scare and
confuse them. She's not really a
hateful person, she's just
vibrant and young and can't really imagine being that old.
I feel like an old man, and I'm only 19. I've worked with the old and dying. What I hate is watching their minds die. Time can take away the legs, the eyes, the looks - it's meant to happen. But to strip someone of their mind, to see someone struggle to remember their name, to be reduced to nothing more than a babbling animal with wild eyes... we need to help them.