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> Rose's Dream
>
> 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 around
> 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 hug?"
>
> 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,
> have a couple of children, and then retire and travel."
>
> "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 easily made
> friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and 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 and 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 old. 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 the 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
> those 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.
>
>
> Words to "The Rose":
>
> The Rose
> by Manda McBroom
> from the soundtrack to "The Rose"
> sung by Bette Midler
>
> Some say love, it is a river
> That drowns the tender reed;
> Some say love, it is a razor
> That leaves your soul to bleed;
> Some say love, it is a hunger,
> An endless aching need;
> I say love, it is a flower,
> And you it's only seed.
>
> It's the heart afraid of breaking
> That never learns to dance;
>
> It's the dream afraid of waking
> That never takes the chance;
> It's the one who won't be taken,
> Who cannot seem to give,
> And the soul afraid of dying
> That never learns to live.
>
> When the night has been too lonely
> And the road has been too long,
> And you think that love is only
> For the lucky and the strong,
> Just remember in the winter
> Far beneath the winter snows
> Lies the seed that with the sun's love
> In the spring becomes
> The Rose...
>

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