My feelings on old ppl...

I remember when i was younger i used do community service with the Boys club at the Cabrini nursing home over in the Lower East Side. I met a whole group of old people and each one had interesting stories to share with me. I met one man named Mr. Beach, who played checkers with me, and was playing wrong, i didnt say anything to him tho because he was old and in his bed and gown. It wasnt that he didnt know how to play the game, but that he forgot alot of things in his life. He wasnt the only one i had met like that. I went back the next month to visit Mr. Beach with the Boys Club group, but had to spend my hours with another elderly woman instead because i remember the receprtionist telling me that Mr. Beach had to be rushed to the hospital just the night before. which was weird for me, seeing how i was really young and was prepared to play boring checkers again but instead he was hospitalized, idk how to explain but anyways, i met an elderly woman who was telling me a little bit about herself. she told me that she was 27 years old, and was telling me something that had happend to her recently, but in reality happened to her when she was 27. She also told me of how she ended up in the nursing home, which was because of her son. She was walking down the street and fell on her back behind a car, and a man entered the car and was ready to pull out of the parking spot when he noticed someone behind his wheels through the mirrors. It was her son and his car, and found his own mother lying on the ground, not taking care of herself. He then put her in a nursing home because she was unable to tend for herself. I dont have comments on the story although when writing it now at this very moment i rethink this memory i have, and hear the story to be almost made up as to what really happened to her. it probably was just her way of thinking at her late age, just as she told me she was 27 years old, she looked to be about 67 idk.