patient advice.

she was 92. admitted for high blood pressure. she sat happily munching on her pancakes & syrup, savoring every sugary bite. had it not been for her gray hair swept up in a bun on top of her head and her wrinkled sun-kissed skin, i might have mistaken her 4'9" frame for that of a 10 year old--she was just so intent on those pancakes.

i had to wait until she finished...she refused to let me take the tray from her before she was through. and so i waited. and in the meantime i asked her what her secret was--to living to the ripe young age of 92, keeping the heart of a child, the health of a 20-year-old, and a mind as sharp as a tac.

"eat a good breakfast",

she said.

that is it? that's all? are you sure?

i responded.

"oh yes",

she replied,

"and never stop doing what you love."