We all have a story. Seniors’ stories are a little longer and much more life-filled.

My story is I married at 19, by 22 I had three children, then four. We lived a TV family life (without the not-for-public-showing parts). At age 30, I went back to school. I received and associate’s degree in nursing, and another child. I nursed for 30 years, 20 in the emergency room. I lost my husband after 50 years — we had retired and moved to Northern Michigan. I joined the Association of Lifelong Learners, made friends, and I am enjoying the last section of my life.

I watch the trees turn from bare to green in spring, and green to gold in the fall. I watch the stars blink into view, keeping the moon company. I am contented.

EXCEPT, I want to read in my newspaper and see on TV how we are not a country of anger and dissent. WE have different opinions and we share them in a respectful manner.

I don’t want to hear about children carrying guns, and innocent protestors being run down, and criminals taking advantage of a protest for violence and thievery.

Our American Revolution began as a protest.

We seniors have to be a beacon to show that we can vote our opinions, not bruise those who do not share them.

I have traveled a bit, and in every country I have received an act of kindness. I hope foreign travelers can say that about us, and not be afraid to walk in our country.

All of us have a story to tell — let’s share them. Let us be the change you hope to see in the world.