Thoughts on growing old
A bishop was making a pastoral visit to an old people’s home in his diocese. He went up to one elderly lady, sitting in her chair, and asked her how long she’d been living there. “Why do you want to know?” she snapped.
He carried on regardless. “Do you have your own room?”
“Go away and leave me alone!” she said.
The bishop wasn’t used to this kind of response. “Do you know who I am?”…






