
In 2005 Naomi Cranney turned 100 years old and the State of Mass- echusetts honoured her by proclaiming it “Naomi Cranney Day.” Later on that year this sprightly woman flew to Hawaii to attend a business meeting. (She made $338,000 a year in her particular home business.) When the company CEO greeted her and thanked her for coming she said, “You know, they told me I didn’t have to come, but if there was going to be something new announced I wanted to hear it first.” What an attitude, eh?
Naomi lived past her 102nd birthday. In her blog, her grandson’s wife states: “She was amazing!! We went and saw her two years ago for her 100th birthday. She was still riding her stationary bike for 10 minutes a day, and always remembered the names of all her great-grandchildren. Her mind was honestly better then mine. She was an inspiration.”
From what I read and hear, it is obvious that we can’t write off older people as beyond making active contributions to our society. People like Naomi, who live a life with a focus on preventative health, cost the governments less for health care. Naomi had the initiative to trade her engagement with life and healthy longevity into a good income.
If you are reading this and are inspired to start a business– even though you might be a retiree and everyone says, “hey, why not just relax and enjoy?”– I’m looking for you to join me– I want people on my team who are:

I’ve been an educator since 1968.
I have two kids myself,
but the best birth story I know is the one I saw in my own
second grade class room a few years back.
When I was A kid, I loved show-and-tell.
So I always have A few sessions
with my students.
It helps them get over shyness and
usually show-and-tell is pretty tame.
Kids bring in pet turtles,model
airplanes, pictures of fish they catch, stuff like that.
And I never ever place any boundaries or limitations on them.
If they want to lug it
in to school and talk about it, they’re welcome.
Well, one day this little girl, Purita, a very bright, very
Smart, clever outgoing kid,
takes her turn and waddles up to the front of the class
with a pillow stuffed under her sweater.
She holds up a snapshot of an infant,
“This is Rey,my baby brother,
and I’m going to tell you about his birthday.”
“First, Mom and Dad made him as a symbol of their
love, and then Dad put
a seed in my Mom’s stomach, and Rey grew in there.
He ate for nine months through an umbrella cord “.
She’s standing there with her hands on the pillow, and
I’m trying not to
laugh and wishing I had my camcorder with me.
The kids were watching her in amazement.
“Then, about two Saturdays ago, my Mom starts saying
and going, ‘Oh, Oh, oh,oh,!
Purita puts a hand behind her back and groans.
“She walked around the house for, like an hour, ‘Oh, oh, oh!
(Now this kid is doing
a hysterical duck walk and groaning).
“My Dad called the middle wife.
She delivers babies,but she doesn’t
have a sign on the car like the Domino’s man.
They got my Mom to lie down on the bed like this.
(Then Purita lies down with her back against the wall).
And then, pop!!
My Mom had this bag of water she kept in there in case
he got thirsty, and it just blew up and spilled all over
the bed, like psshhheeww!.
(This kid has her legs spread with her little hands miming
water flowing away. It was too much!)
“Then the middle wife starts saying ‘push,
push, and ‘breathe, breathe.
They started counting, but never even got past ten.
Then, all of a sudden, out comes my brother.
He was covered in yucky stuff that they
all said it was from Mom’s play-center, so there must
be a lot of toys inside there.”
Then Purita stood up, took a big theatrical
bow and returned to her seat.
I’m sure I applauded the loudest.
Ever since then, when it’s
show-and-tell day, I bring my camcorder, just in case
another “Middle Wife” comes along.
This is written by an anonymous Grade two teacher.
The photo is from sxc.hu © Jenny Rollo (thanks Jenny!)