"A trembling hand, a shaking walking stick, and that question in those eyes which no one seems to notice— 'Have we really become this helpless?' These are the very hands that taught you how to walk by holding your finger. The very feet that used to run for you, staying awake through the nights, are waiting for you at the door today. But you have no time. You have all the busyness of the world, except for looking at those faces that are longing for just one smile from you. A dry stick can at least save someone from falling, but those children who do not become the support for their parents in their old age are worse than that stick. Those parents who used to fulfill your every whim in their youth are sighing today, crushed under the weight of your insensitivity. Time definitely takes a turn, be careful!"
