Samuel was ninety-two years old and blind. . .but he was mentally sharp even after his wife Sarah went home to be with the Lord. However, Samuel didn’t feel he should live alone anymore. His two children and their families lived miles away in different states so Samuel decided to move in a residential living facility for seniors.
On the morning of his move. . .Samuel was packed, impeccably dressed and waiting for his cab to take him to his new home. Right on schedule the cab arrived at 8 AM.
Samuel, as was his life-long custom, arrived early and had to wait a few minutes before Jasmine, a young assistant at the facility came to take him to his new room.
Even though Samuel had to maneuver his walker down the corridor . . .he was able to maintain a brisk pace. Jasmine began to describe Samuel’s room in detail as they walked together. She said the room had a new couch, recliner, desk area and best of all, a big window looking out at the forest. Plus, he would be able to move freely with his cane because of how the furniture was arranged
Samuel interrupted Jasmine’s detailed description and said: “I love it. I love it. I love it.”
Jasmine smiled and said “Mr. Samuel, we’re not there yet. You haven’t seen your room. Hold on and I’ll show it to you in a minute. It’s down the next hall.”