Her name was Virginia. She would get a temporary job when her fun money was dwindling.
The rest of the time she traveled to exotic places and stayed active. She enjoyed white water rafting, kayaking, snow and water skiing to name a few of the active sports.
When I met her she began work in a lab at a plant I worked in. I was a quality control supervisor and the lab was in the same department. She was the best lab technician we had seen. When she was at work, she could accomplish an enormous amount of work and keep her concentration at top working level.
A few months after Virginia started working at the plant, I decided I wanted to be like her. When the Christmas holidays drew near, I decorated the huge dry erase board in the open area outside the different departments. On the board I wrote in huge letters "Yes, Santa, there is a Virginia!"
Virginia left that job after about a year so she could continue her travels to distant lands. We all missed her after she left. She had opened our minds to what could be.
Virginia was eighty-three years old when I met her and she had more energy and personality than people half her age. I still have many years to go before I am that age. I fear I won't ever reach that level of living each day to the fullest potential. It is because of Virginia that I have a zest for life and an appreciation of the knowledge and experience of the senior citizens I meet. Happy travels, Virginia, wherever you are.