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        The 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 around 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?"
        rline
        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,
        have a couple of children, then retire and travel."
        rline
        "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
        earning one!" she told me.
        rline
        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.
        rline
        Over the course of the year, Rose became a
        campus icon and easily made friends
        wherever she went. She reveled in the
        attention bestowed upon her from the
        other students. She was really "living it up."
        rline
        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.
        rline
        Frustrated and a little embarrassed,
        Rose 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.
        rline
        "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.

        rbut "You have to laugh and find humor every day."

        rbut "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!"

        rbut "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 the opportunity in change."

        rbut "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."
        rline
        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 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 are meant to be!
        rline
        The Rose

        by Bette Midler

        Some say love

        It is a river

        That drowns the tender reed

        Some say love

        It is a razor

        That leaves your soul to bleed

        Some say love

        It is a hunger

        An endless aching need

        I say love

        It is a flower

        And you

        It's only seed

        It's the heart

        Afraid of breaking

        That never

        Learns to dance

        It's the dream

        Afraid of waking

        That never

        Takes the chance

        It's the one

        Who won't be taken

        Who cannot seem to give

        And the soul

        Afraid of dying

        That never learns to live

        When the night

        Has been too lonely

        And the road

        Has been too long

        And you think

        That love is only

        For the lucky

        And the strong.

        Just remember in the winter

        Far beneath

        The bitter snow

        Lies the seed

        That with the sun's love

        In the spring

        Becomes a rose

        rline
        rose

        This page is decicated to "Rose"
        As Rose would say "Let's get going!"
        Sincerely, Linda

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