BEFORE GETTING THERE II

My interest was rather theoretical since around kids and work, and household there was almost impossible to squeeze in any other interests. So it went on and on and on, and it all accumulated somehow until one day, I just collapsed on the top of workload and duties, and everything that was just a bit too much. And voila, there it was… that thingie which is usually called middle age crisis. Thanks God that we have this word which explains everything you cannot cope with. And at this point at least it becomes very clear and obvious that you cannot continue living like before and something has to be changed. At the beginning I was very confused and thought it is only me, or that I am loosing my mind or something along these lines, but now, after half a year browsing through internet etc. I am pretty sure that out there are pretty many people like me. Only many people come to the conclusion that they should change their life, but do not do anything because of their fear to loose all things they have achieved so far. For me it is easier since I have not achieved almost anything. Of course I am afraid that I will loose my sources of income, that I won’t be able to support myself, but I also believe that there should be other opportunities, and if I won’t try, I will never be able to encounter them. Sounds crazy, but no I am not crazy, and I believe that there are lot of people among 7 billions of Earth’s residents who fight the same doubts, frustrations and the same plight in general, and I will be glad to meet at least some of them. And more and more often I find my feeling that you are dead the moment when you stop dreaming, confirmed: This story, for example:

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An 87 Year Old College Student Named RoseThe 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 round 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, and have a couple of kids…””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 she 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. 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 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 .When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they’ll really enjoy it!

These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.

REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS
OPTIONAL.

We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give.

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Or this story, and I don’t have reason not to believe him:

And so when kids were getting quite self-dependent already, part of our family decided to go to the UK to try something new. It was a real challenge. For me it was also hope to earn some money which I could save for my travel. Already then I promptly knew that I want to go to Latin America and see all those riches myself and not as a tourist, but as an independent traveler, although I didn’t know yet to which country I wanted to go. And off we went.

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