I was sitting bedside with a Grady elder one day. My arm elbow was propped on the bedside rail as I asked if she had any questions.
Her: “No, I’on’t think so.”
Me: *slow nod*
She raised an eyebrow.
Her: “Do YOU have you questions?”
Me: “Me?”
2/ She leaned back in the bed and chuckled.
Her: “Well. You got somebody in front of you that’s made 82. That’s 12 more than the good Lord promised, see.”
I nodded in deference and reflected on the biblical reference:
“The days of our years are threescore years and ten. . .”
3/ I squinted one eye and thought about her question.
Me: “I do have a question.”
Her: *eyes widened*
Me: “What advice would you give to your 50-year-old self?”
Her: “My 50-year-old self?”
She clapped her hands and rocked back and forth.
Her: “Whooo weeee!”
4/ Her: “I’d tell her, ‘Girl, you ain’t old, baby, so keep it in high gear. It ain’t time to downshift!’”
*pause*
Her: “Hold up—do you even know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout?”
Me: “Ma’am?”
Her: “You ever learn to drive a manual?”
Me: “You mean can I drive stick?”
5/ Me: “Yes, ma’am. I sure can.”
Her: *looks me up and down* “Like for real or is you just talkin’?”
*laughter*
Me: “For real! Like so for real that my left leg used to be bigger than my right from a tight clutch in my old VW.”
Her: “Oooh okay then! I see you!”
*laughter*
6/ Her: “At 50, I felt like I was up in age. My body started going through the change. Grey hairs started popping up every damn where! And folks ‘round me started being old enough to get sick and die.”
Me: *listening*
Her: “So I guess I started operating like I was next.”
7/ She went on.
Her: “Like. . . you know how you go half at fun when you feel you ain’t got enough good time left?”
*silence*
Me: “Hmmm. Kind of like not jumping in the pool on the last day of summer vacation. Even though you have the whole day.”
She snapped her finger.
8/ Her: “Exactly!”
She shook her head and sighed.
Her: “Mmm! If somebody had’a told me I had more’n 30 whole years after I turned 50? Chile!”
She sighed again.
Me: “What would you have done?”
She trained her eyes on mine.
Her: “Shit. I woulda jumped in the pool.”
9/ Her: “That’s what. And got the folks ‘round me to jump in with me. ‘Cause it ain’t no fun by yourself. In fact, that’s the hardest part.”
She looked out the window after that. I waited for her to say more but she just leaned back and closed her eyes.
We sat in silence.
10/ Finally, she opened her eyes and spoke again.
Her: “Don’t downshift, Miss Manning. You hear? Not yet. Not no time soon, baby.”
Me: “Yes ma’am.”
*silence*
Her: “Okay. I’m done talking. Now go on and let me rest my eyes.”
Me: *chuckles* “Yes, ma’am.”
And that was it.
11/ Today is my 51st birthday. And nothing has taught me more about graceful aging than pulling up a chair to the bedside and listening to the wisdom of the Grady elders.
Yep.
In fact, I’d tell my intern self to never get to busy to soak in the wisdom found at the bedside.
12/ *sight*
Grateful for my 2 score and eleven so far. Looking forward to jumping into as many pools as I can while I can.
And keeping this car in high gear while the engine is running and the road is still open ahead of me.
1/ I recall walking into the hospital to round the day after 9/11. Though everything seemed normal, it was anything but.
I pulled down a chart box and attempted to look through a chart. Then I looked up and saw my colleague walking toward me.
The one from New York.
2/ She walked up and I just hugged her. Tight without speaking at first.
Her: “It is all like a bad dream.”
Me: “I know.”
*silence*
Me: “Um. . .”
Her: “I spoke to everyone. They are OK. We are fortunate. But I know people who are still waiting.
I nodded in quiet deference.
3/ Since we didn’t know what else to do, we hugged again. This time tighter and more knowing. The way you cling to someone at a good-bye or uncertain future.
When we pulled back, she was looking skyward and patting her eyes with the heels of her hands.
1/ One day last spring, I had to go to a parent-teacher conference. I was flying on one wing. Physically, emotionally, and cognitively exhausted from trying to help one of my sons navigate this wonky, socially isolated, hybrid version of school.
It was not going so well.
2/ Combined with the heavy lift of work and an ongoing blanket of racial battle fatigue, I was on fumes. I limped into the meeting like a battered animal. I knew it would take everything in me not to weep through the entire thing.
Whew.
I said a tiny prayer and entered.
3/ When the teacher joined the call, she started with a few pleasantries. I clenched my jaw and prepared for the first punch to the jaw.
It never came. Her eyes softened.
Her: "How are YOU doing, Dr. Manning?"
Me: "Me? Um, okay I guess."
You: "People say I'm a Grady miracle after I survived that accident."
Me: *listening*
You: "But I just tell 'em God had more for me to do, know what I'm saying?"
Me: *nodding* "Yeah. I think I do."
*silence*
You: "Shit, I need to be on a Grady billboard!"
2/ Me: "I know that's right!"
You: "Go on and holler at the billboard folk for me."
*laughter*
Me: "It is quite a survival story."
You: "Damn right! They just KNEW I was gon' die. But real talk, them trauma doctors at Grady? They ain't no joke!"
Me: "That's what's up."
3/ You: "I had a bunch of stuff after that accident. But they went hard for me. The doctors. The nurses. The therapists--all of 'em. I had a trach in my neck, a colostomy, and had to learn how to walk all over again."
Me: "Wow."
You: "A Grady miracle. I told you."
For any event, panel, meeting, or conference you're planning, I'm asking that you specifically task someone with looking at all of your materials to confirm that you are consistent with titles.
Here's why:
2/ It's not unusual to see a flyer that offers a full title for say, a non-minority male person beside a truncated/wrong one for say, a Black woman. Or a title with all honorifics for one person but something more ambiguous for the other.
Do I think it's malicious? Nah.
But.
3/ It's too common. And it's not super affirming when you've worked really hard to get where you are against a lot of built-in obstacles.
So. I'm asking everyone who is over planning anything to start checking. I'm imploring you to assign someone the task of making sure.
2/ Her: "You know I had #COVID back in April of '20 when everybody was getting it."
Me: "Oh wow. Did you get pretty sick?"
Her: "Sick enough to be in my bed for a few days. But mostly it was just inconvenient for everybody that live with me, you know?"
Me: *listening*
3/ Her: "Folk don't talk enough about that part. The way she bust a groove in all your plans even if you don't get real sick."
Me: "Yeah."
*silence*
Me: "So. . . . I'm surprised after all that you weren't first in line to get vaccinated."
Her: *shrugs*
Me: "So. . .Ms. Hodge. . .uh. . . what exactly were you doing when this happened?"
Her: *smirks and does a body wave in her bed* "Getting it ON, baby."
Me: *chuckles and shakes head*
Her: "Oh, I'm serious."
*name changed
2/ Her: "People thing jest 'cause you up in age you ain't got no desires. But that ain't true, see."
Me: *nodding* "I hear you, Ms. Hodge."
Her: "You better hear me! 'Cause I be GETTING mine--even in my 80's."
She snapped her fingers and did another body wave.
*laughter*
3/ Her: "How old are you, Miss Manning?"
Me: "I turned 50 last September."
Her: "You got a lover?" *squints eyes*
Me: "Uhh. . .I guess my husband. . is uh. . my lover."
Her: *curls lips* "Well. I hope y'all be taking care of each other." *does body wave again*