It can all be taking away...

This past Saturday, I was hanging out with a friend of mine from college. She graduated from Manhattanville College last May. She slips her time between upstate NY and the Bronx, so I don't see her too much. We were in the White Plains Galleria, taking a food break, when I heard an elderly lady on my right whisper " Excuse me". when I turned around she was looking down, so I assumed she wasn't talking to me. About 10 minutes later, I hear her say " Excuse me" again. " Can I sit with you?; you seem like nice people." Ummm.... is this woman crazy, sis what I was thinking. Despite our confusion, we let her sit next to us. We asked her questions, but she couldn't remember anything. The only thing she know was that she had been in an accident that caused her to forget pretty much everything. " It's a terrible thing to happen to anyone" she said, " I hope it doesn't happen to you, you're nice people" I was about to get the police, when her caretaker returned. It turns out that ever since her husband died of Parkinson's diseases and her accident she can't remember anything, not even her own daughter and having a caretaker is essential.

This story is soo sad but I know it's not the only one like this out there. That elderly woman is pretty much alone in the world. I wonder if she every feels like taking her own life.. . I wonder how abandoned her daughter must feel, not being able to properly interact with her mother having their common personal memories stolen... I hope this never happens to anyone.

Question of the Day: Real Talk: Where does Mister Softee go during the Winter?

It was two New York summers ago, I was walking down the block with two friends. We heard Mister Softee's trademark song that he jacked from Scott Joplin, probably 50 years ago... and we passed a woman who asked her friend, " I wonder where Mister Softee goes for the Winter." When we heard her question we laughed, but 10 mins later, we realized that we had no real answer to her question. So what does the guy who drives the Mister Softee truck do during the cold months? Does he have a second job? Is he a mall Santa? Does he collect unemployment? How do you even end up being Mister Softee, bringing joy to children from the suburbs to the projects. This is real talk( Thanks T.I for your major influence on my everyday language..), I need answers....