Bingo and Hula Hoops

Praise the Lord, Om my soul…who satisfies your desires with good things so that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s. -Psalm 103:2,5

How many ninety-year old women do you know who hula hoop every day as well as ride ten miles on a stationary bike each morning? Alberta Bailey, mother of my dear friend Ney, is so “on the go” that Ney has trouble finding her at home. Alberta is either reading to a group at a rest home, doing hospital visitation for her church or tutoring disadvantaged children in her community.
When her schedule allows, she loves to play bingo. She generally balances sixteen cards at a time.

Alberta’s car was broadsided by a driver who ran a red light. She escaped injury, but her car was totaled. The policeman on the accident scene recognized Alberta as an elderly driver and assumed she was at fault. With a degree of condescension, her asked her if she knew where she was. Not only did she give him the cross street names of where she was, she corrected him as he wrote his report, which cited incorrectly the streets preceding the intersection.

This petite little dynamo reads several newspapers every day. Several months ago we were discussing the pros and cons of a particular bill before Congress. Thinking I had a handle on it all, I expressed my opinion. After a few gently spoken words from Alberta, I realized how ill-informed I was on the issue. At the conclusion of our evening I told her she should run for president. With a twinkle she said she didn’t have time.

Lord God, fuel my spirit with a zest to fully live the life you’ve given me. Amen

Marilyn Meberg