On NPR's Marketplace tonight I heard a story about a 94-year old Red Cross volunteer who walked some miles to her local chapter in order to help victims of the terrorist attacks. She said she understood that volunteers were supposed to come in to help after such catastrophes and cheerily explained that she thought people could benefit from "a good cuppa tea" after such an ordeal.
What an astonishing woman! At the rate I'm going and should I live that long, I expect to immobilized at home with a blanket over my knees, gazing vapidly at tghe television and trying vainly to remember my own name. If I can walk the distance she did, to do what she did, with the spirit she did, I'll consider myself quite lucky indeed. What a hero!