One of my favorite parts of being an audiologist is spending time with so many kind, smart and fascinating people! Today, my 86 year old patient with hearing loss recited a beautiful poem that brings her comfort while growing older:
When you start to count flowers, you cease to count weeds.
When you start to count blessings, you cease to count needs.
When you start to count laughter , you cease to count tears.
And when you count happy memories, you cease to count years.