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Sunday, June 23, 2013

The High Hurdles

In one of my hospice jobs, I went to see a 90 year old lady who was living with her 50 year old daughter.  The mom was doing great but the daughter had Down’s syndrome and was declining. 



They lived in a very small, low income apartment.  To prevent her daughter from wandering, the mom had put up baby gates across the little entrance to the front door, across the opening to the galley kitchen, in front of the bathroom door and blocking access into or out of the sitting room.



To visit, a minimum of one gate hop was required and usually it took two or more.  The mom, who was about five feet tall, had no issue, with a hop and straddle, clearing the gates.  Every visit she would say, “Oh thank you for coming and please excuse the high hurdles.”  

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