The Life of A Senior Citizen
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I never wanted to become a senior citizen. I always thought of old people as being so helpless. Also, it seemed like it would be really depressing to see the old people at the retirement home because it would remind me of my own mortality. I didn't think things far enough when I signed up to volunteer at Plantation South, a retirement home in Duluth, for the Interact club. I just thought it would just be a good way to pick up hours. But later, I found out that helping out senior citizens could be a lesson of a lifetime.

As we got closer and closer to the retirement home, my stomach started to churn and I got butterflies as I thought about what I had just gotten myself into. I thought I was going to be wasting away my whole day with a bunch of boring old men and women. All I seemed to think about was what they could possibly do. The only picture that popped up in my head was a giant, mothball-ponged room filled with helpless souls that were always cranky.

When we arrived I saw a huge sign that said "Plantation South” and there was a plump, middle-aged woman standing outside. She gave us all name tags and said, "These are going to be your buddies for the day.”

She slipped me a piece of paper with the name "George” on it. Great, I thought, picturing George as an old grumpy man sitting in front of the TV watching old westerns. Upon going inside, we all waited for our "buddies.” I was not looking forward to this at all. The suspense grew as we waited. Suddenly I saw the door open, and out came an old gentleman with a breathing apparatus. Just perfect, I thought to myself, now I have to be extra careful and not make any sudden movements. But, as he moved closer I saw that his name tag on his light green robe read Jed. The door slung open again and out came a man and a woman together. The man was about six feet tall with a mid-sized body. He looked as if he was in his low to middle seventies, but he was in perfect shape. I...

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