I was amazed to witness such dramatic changes in one person who was so special to me once! The generous, kind, patient person she was became just the opposite after she started to be so dependent on the help of everyone around her for the smallest of things, like drinking a glass of water, or washing her face. At first I was angry and could not understand. I refused to acknowledge she will never be the same as before. but, step-by-step, I began to understand the stages old people go through when they need the help of others more and...

Further experiences broadened my horizon on the subject and the conviction that history repeats itself made me grasp a deeper understanding of the concept of society and the help of others, especially when it came to the older adults. They are a part of our memories. Our history and our identity are irreversibly connected to them. The cycle is endless and we will someday need the attention and support of the younger ones, just as my grandmother needs my parents and me.