As I’m sitting here staring at my assignment at starbucks, I saw the power of love.

An old grandma was assisted on both arms by both the nurse and husband to starbucks for a cuppa coffee.

The grandma could barely talk and walk.

She will walk about 10-15 steps before stopping.

And all these while, both the nurse and husband is by her side cheering her on.

There, I saw 3 types of love from 3 different people.

The grandma, having the love for life or even love for family. She, who has difficulty in walking, just kept trying and walking. No matter how tiring it seems, she tried and tried, taking breaks in between but she doesn’t give up.

The husband, having such love for his wife. Not afraid of any troubles and problems, but just to bring the wife out for a cup of coffee. Very patient, very encouraging, very selfless.

The nurse, havin love for her job and love for the patient. So dutifully doing her job without complaints or any bit of irritation. She kept encouraging and cheering and smiling.

Seeing these makes me wonder if I will ever be able to do what all 3 of them have done? To have that kind of love for life, for my family and even for my job.

I also wonder, when I am old, will I be surrounded with such people of love? Or will I just grow old alone with depression?

That scares me…