I’m a Boomer.
Not ashamed of being born in 1947 — father fought in WWII and mother fought the Depression.
They met, married and then had me and my sister.
Younger people seem to have a negative view of us.
Some of us fought in Viet Nam and some of us marched against the war — that one and others.
Not all of us voted for Nixon, or Reagan, or Bush, or Trump.
Many of us volunteer at our churches, food pantries, animal shelters, and other charities.
Some of us rely only on Social Security — which is not a government handout — -we paid into it.
Some of us watch our grandchildren while their parents go to work.
Some of us are nurses, doctors, teachers who have yet to retire.
Some of us are working at low-income jobs to supplement our Social Security.
Some of us can no longer live alone and must live with family or in care facilities, even if we don’t want to.
Although retirement gives us time to live our dreams, we may not have the money nor the energy.
The deaths of family and friends make us stare into the abyss of the end of our own lives.
Many of us must condition ourselves to pain and physical issues just to function.
It’s very difficult to realize our own limitations and ask for help.
There are times when we forget names, what we want to say, or what we want to do. Sometimes we will remember an hour or day later, or never.
So, to all the non Boomers out there, remember how you treat us — just for your own future.