Reverse Mortgages - Don't Fly Too Fast, You Might Break Your Wings

Every day you and I talk with a senior citizenThe frown he wore when I first visited began to
who has a different slant on what they arechange to smiles. But he was even happier that
looking for in the twilight of their years. At a timewe had become friends. I would take him out to
in life when the things you thought mattereddinner, we went to breakfast, we went to lunch,
really don't, you come full circle to finding outwe spent hours and hours watching TV until ten
what your real needs are. Every one of us haso'clock in the evening. And then he would beg me
come across a senior friend who needs morenot to leave. Mostly Charlie liked to talk. He was
than we can sometimes give. But we all realize it'sas sharp as a tack, the sharpest elder I have
important to be there, to listen, to care. That is, ifseen in many years. I started visiting Charlie
doing what we do is more than a job, if it's aevery day, so often that my husband became a
mission.Reverse Mortgage widower! And then even my
What is the heart of the Reverse Mortgagehusband visited Charlie! At 93 years old, Charlie
industry? What are we really looking tohad less years to live than we did. We were
accomplish? This story is about what it's meantalways conscious of that fact. Charlie's mom lived
for me to come alongside a senior friend who haswell into her late 90's, and we were certain Charlie
less time left in life than we do. Many of us havemight hit 100.
stories just like this. I share this with you, mySpending time with Charlie became more
readers, in the hopes that all of us who do theseenjoyable. Each time I'd take Charlie to dinner he'
loans will have a deeper understanding of whatd say "But I should be taking you to dinner!" My
this business can mean to just one person, theanswer was simple: "When I invite you out to
person you may meet tomorrow, the person youdinner, I pay!" Charlie was unkempt, he didn't
may never see again.always dress right, his clothes didn't match, but I
Growing up on Long Island, I have memories ofwas always proud to be around him. Charlie
my aunts, uncles, and grandparents. Back thenbecame my mission in life, one more person to
things were very different. The cost of livinghelp, one more person to give a little joy to
didn't choke you. It seems we respected ourbefore the twilight of their years became sunset.
elders much more than society does today. As IIn his own inimitable way, Charlie would say, "I like
interacted with my grandparents, they seemedyou. You like me. I think we'll get along!"
secure. Not rich, just secure. Their life seemedIn my nearly six years of meeting seniors, I have
carefree and stress free. My grandparents werefound one thread, one thing my senior friends
welcomed into the homes of my aunts and uncleswant, not to be alone--- to have friends and
to live there as they aged. I marvel at the greatfamily that need them.
respect we had for our elders. Somehow, inIn my daily visits to Charlie, he showed his
America, many cast off their elders with a winkappreciation by saying the sweetest things which
and a nod, and the appreciation for their richI shall never forget. "How can I ever repay you?
history just isn't there.I'm so glad you're here. You really made my day!"
The stress of daily living in the 21st century hasOne day I walked through the front door of
caused many of us to rush around and forgetCharlie's house, and Charlie grinned. In his typically
what is right in front of us. We who come ingruff voice he said, "I need to call a carpenter to
contact with the senior community are in thecut a hole in my ceiling." I was puzzled. "Why,
unique position of interacting with the mostCharlie? Do you want to put a skylight in?" He
interesting people who have the best stories toanswered, "No. I need a carpenter to cut a hole in
tell.the ceiling because when you walk through that
Being in the senior industry, I know that a seniordoor, the heavens open up and the angels come
citizen with one-on-one daily in-home care alongdown." It nearly brought me to tears.
with a Reverse Mortgage to help pay for it canHere was a man who wanted company so badly,
help a senior citizen remain in community with allwho so appreciated spending time with someone
their friends, stay in familiar surroundings, andso much, even if they only had the title: Reverse
perhaps live a longer life. Nosocomial infectionsMortgage Specialist. Just a Reverse Mortgage
aren't there in their home to attack them. Andspecialist? That's all? We are so much more.
let's face it, who can argue that a home cookedEach time I heard words from Charlie, I thought
meal tastes much better than in a facility. Now, toto myself: "Here we are. We talk about helping
the point of my story.our community. We talk about community service.
I'd like to tell you about my friend Charlie. CharlieYet we have the opportunity right in front of us
was an interesting 93 year old senior, born into serve by serving our senior population. The
1914, who I met through a Reverse Mortgagepeople who made America great. One day I
postcard program. His gruff voice on the phonecouldn't fulfill my daily visit, so I invited Charlie to
masked his true gregarious personality. When Icome with me on my run to Kohl's, Verizon, and
met Charlie for the first time, his family wasbeyond. "Okay. I'll go." I lifted Charlie's wheelchair
curiously absent. Instead, his caring neighbor wasinto my car. I could get things done quicker if I
there to check me out. Charlie later told me thecould whiz Charlie around the stores rather than
story of how he wasn't very nice to his childrenhe use his cane. At the Verizon store, Charlie
years before. But it was such a long time ago.touched me on the shoulder. He was going to
Apologies were made--- all to no avail.wait in the car for me. I will never forget the
Grandchildren and children were not visiting Charliewords he spoke that day:
anymore. This made him very sad. His neighbors"Don't fly too fast. You might break your wings."
took their places and made sure Charlie was givenThis time I did cry. And do you know what?
the provisions he needed. They cleaned his house.Maybe that's what it takes.
They took him shopping. They visited him twice aI like to think that those short months we spent
day. One neighbor across the street servedtogether were as sweet for Charlie as they were
Charlie delicious home cooked meals while he satfor me. I thought I'd have more years with
in her kitchen and enjoyed her baby. Other daysCharlie. For sure, his neighbors thought so too.
he'd sit at the local body shop and chat with theNow, I picture Charlie just as I remember him.
guys to quench his loneliness.And that he is not flying too fast either.
Charlie got his Reverse Mortgage. Was he happy!