Rise to Wisdom

Good Morning Beautiful People;
A very inspirational story for all of us this
fine Thursday Morning. We are sure it will
bless you in many ways.
“An 87 Year Old College Student Named
The first day of school our professor
introduced himself and challenged us to get
to know someone we didn’t already know.
I stood up to look around when a gentle
hand touched my shoulder. I turned round
to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up
at me
with a smile that lit up her entire being.
She said, “Hi handsome. My name is Rose.
I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a
I laughed and enthusiastically responded,
“Of course you may!” and she gave me a
giant squeeze.
“Why are you in college at such a young,
innocent age?” I asked.
She jokingly replied, “I’m here to meet a rich
husband, get married, and have a couple of
“No seriously,” I asked. I was curious what
may have motivated her to be taking on this
challenge at her age.
“I always dreamed of having a college
education and now I’m getting one!” she
told me.
After class we walked to the student union
building and shared a chocolate
milkshake.We became instant friends. Every
day for the
next three months, we would leave class
together and talk nonstop. I was always
mesmerized listening to this “time machine”
as she shared her wisdom and experience
with me.
Over the course of the year, Rose became a
campus icon and she easily made friends
wherever she went. She loved to dress up
she reveled in the attention bestowed upon
her from the other students. She was living
it up.
At the end of the semester we invited Rose
to speak at our football banquet. I’ll never
forget what she taught us. She was
introduced and stepped up to the podium.
As she began to deliver her prepared
speech, she dropped her three by five cards
on the floor. Frustrated and a little
embarrassed she leaned into the
microphone and simply said, “I’m sorry I’m
so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this
whiskey is killing me! I’ll never get my
speech back in order so let me just tell
you what I know.”
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 are only four secrets to
staying young, being happy, and achieving
success. You have to laugh and find humor
every day.
You’ve got to have a dream. When you lose
your dreams, you die.
We have so many people walking around
who are dead and don’t even know it!There
is a huge difference between growing
older and growing up.
If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed
for one full year and don’t do one
productive thing, you will turn twenty years
If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in
bed for a year and never do anything I will
turn eighty-eight.
Anybody can grow older. That doesn’t take
any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up
by always finding opportunity in change.
Have no regrets.
The elderly usually don’t have regrets for
what we did, but rather for things we did
not do. The only people who fear death are
with regrets.”
She concluded her speech by courageously
singing “The Rose.”
She challenged each of us to study the lyrics
and live them out in our daily lives.
At the year’s end Rose finished the college
degree she had begun all those years ago.
One week after graduation Rose died
peacefully in her sleep.
Over two thousand college students
attended her funeral in tribute to the
wonderful woman who taught by example
that it’s
never too late to be all you can possibly
be .When you finish reading this, please
send this peaceful word of advice to your
friends and family, they’ll really enjoy it!
These words have been passed along in
loving memory of ROSE.


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