Hey Sid, Where'd You Put Your Candy?

Sometimes you can learn a great many life lessons from the most unlikely sources. Normally when I see crazy old people, I either exercise my Avoid-Like-the-Plague maneuver or I engage the enemy, face on. It really depends on the situation I’m faced with. On this day, we chose to engage the enemy.

There are few things more depressing than seeing an old man clearly locked into battle with the almighty Alzheimer Beast. They’re not sure which was is up, where they are, or who’s on first – let alone how to open a stubborn box of candy. You could see in his eyes that he was disappointed in his inability to complete a task that, a mere decade ago, was as easy as breathing – is he a smoker? I don’t know. But watching him finally tear ungraciously into those Raisinettes taught me that I should never give up – even when I can’t keep my diapers clean.

Of course as he snacked on his tasty treat, the look in his eyes did no belay the satisfaction of just accomplishing what was obviously a difficult task. Could it be that he’s already forgotten the incredible journey he just taken in getting to his treasures? Of is the lack of satisfaction due to his belief that life is not a destination, it is a journey? Is it possible that it’s not the candy he’s dissatisfied with but instead he’s sad that the journey itself has ended? Possibly. Or he simply fell into his own mind.

At some point he decided that he’d had enough of whatever it was he was doing, got up, and left. Oh well, so our operation didn’t work out. But wait, what’s this? He’s forgotten his Holy Grail!! Luck to us! But has he simply forgotten his precious treats, or has he discarded them? Could it be that his trash is our treasure!? Either way, those fucking chocolate covered raisins are ours. Finders keepers, losers weepers, bitch!

As onlookers gaped at our find we finally realized what it was like to reach the summit – to be atop the world, looking down on all the chocolate-covered-raisin-less paupers. Another lesson learned! It’s good to be king.

It truly is amazing how many lessons can be learned – and who they’re learned from. In on 4 hour period we learned enough lessons to take us into the next stages of our lives. We’ve evolved into better, more well rounded, people who can now pass on those lesson to others. Of course, this would be incomplete if we didn’t pass on the last lesson learned from this experience; All good things must come to an end.