I look at a mirror and I don’t see an old lady. I just see me. I have often looked at the other women, possibly my age, and think of them as poor old ladies! But then I wonder what others see when they look at me.

I got the answer this morning when I was at a café with the two-year-old son of my niece. He had been playing with a toy which he dropped on the floor. Before I could get up to pick it up a lady, sitting at the table, next to us offered to pick it up, saying “ Let me do that. I can do it faster…” . Well I am not a poor old lady! I should be thinking of others as poor old ladies too.

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