Huffington Post author Ellie Knaus writes:
“On a recent Sunday afternoon, I approached the hostess in a popular delicatessen. “I’m here with my great-aunt, Ida. She’s turning 101 years old next month!” I was hoping for some centenarian special treatment, but the hostess cheerfully added us to the bottom of the wait list. I wove my way through the crowd to report back to my ancient great-aunt sitting patiently near the entrance. I asked if she’d rather go someplace else, but she was busy making friends with the schoolgirl beside her.
Eventually, the hostess directed us to a table at the farthest end of the restaurant. My blind great-aunt took my arm, stood tall, and forged ahead with Zen-like focus while our path morphed into a hip-breaking obstacle course. When her cane bumped a chair leg, or a child darted past, she took note, adjusted, and carried on. By the time we reached the booth, I was exhausted from imagining all that could have gone wrong. She was excited to order lunch. I slipped in beside her and wrapped my arm around her delicate frame. “How are you so unflappable?” I asked.
“Elizabeth, I say go with the flow. Or to hell with it!” She slapped the table for emphasis. “Don’t you think?”
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