I can’t say I have never been on a bike. It’s been a long time since I was in high school and my mother caught me on the back seat of a Honda 500. She wouldn’t talk with me for a week, and that was the worse punishment I could have gotten. I knew it was wrong, I wasn’t even wearing helmet in spite of all her warnings. I was in love.
Life has its twists and turns and today I find myself volunteering for The Holiday Project, visiting a nursing home, and spending time with people who have lived long enough to tell me stories of World War I and II. Yes, some of them are that old! I also have some friends today who love to ride their bikes, including my son, and others who love their Harley Davidson.
Grandparent’s day is coming soon, and having some friends who like a great event, I decided to organize a Bike Run. Will you join us? I’ll find you a Grandparent that will tell you an interesting story and laugh at your dirty jokes. He or she will probably take an hour to go outside and look at your bike, and they will be talking about the adventure for a long time.
The story is being published by the Weston Lifestyle magazine in the August issue, and local newspapers will be there for the event. There are a few heroes forgotten at the Regent’s Health and Rehab Center that deserve that much visibility. There are 350 residents there, some veterans, some retired sports players, and some unknown fabulous cooks with incredible recipes to share. There is a lady who was a third grade teacher who always has a story to tell. Last time, I realized that two residents spoke German, were from the same hometown and never met, so I put their wheelchairs next to each other. It took them a while to communicate, and it was the beginning of an interesting friendship.