I was recently at my chiropractor’s and started talking with an elderly woman that I see at the office once in awhile. Her name is Madelyn and we somehow seem to seek each other out and make small talk. This last time I saw her, however, the small talk took a serious turn and she revealed to me two regrets that she had in her long life. As I listened to her speak, I realized that I had experienced both of the things she regretted not having done.
She told me that her first regret is “I regret that I never had long hair.” I replied that it’s not too late for her to have long hair but she thought that long hair “doesn’t look good on old ladies.” I disagree, I think older women with long hair look more youthful. Anyway, I had longish hair once. I’m glad I had it, but I prefer what I have now. Here I am with long hair, some years ago at a friend’s wedding (with my future hubby next to me):
Madelyn’s next regret was “I never had a red convertible sports car.” I thought to myself “I’ve led a less sheltered life than I thought because I DID have a red convertible sports car!” It was an MGB, candy apple red, which I bought at age 19 with my own money. My dad and I had a huge argument over it (“while you’re under my roof you are not spending your money on a piece-of-shit MG), but as part of the growing up and rebelling experience, I bought it anyway. My boyfriend at the time was a mechanic (good thing, too) and I learned a lot about cars through the experience. I remember once removing the radiator by myself because it had leaks. Those cars were easy to work on, not like the cars today with their jam-packed engine compartments and computer operated systems. Unfortunately, I can’t find a photo of my “little red convertible”, but since I had two convertibles in my lifetime here’s the other one; another MGB, this one was orange with a blue stripe (old boyfriend standing by):
The tragedy of this particular car was this: I eventually sold it to my cousin, who is very handy with cars.; he drove it for a few years, and then one day driving down the freeway, the fan blade came spinning through the hood. And that was the end of that.
So, although my acquaintance may have her regrets, I discovered that these two events were not to become regrets of mine. I’ll keep encouraging her to grow her hair, and maybe someday soon, if we become friends, I’ll rent a red convertible for her to drive for a day. I would love to see that!!!!!!