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Yesterday, my granddaughter Naomi called, crying about needing $3000 for college books. Same sweet voice, same practiced tears. But this time, I saw right through it. "Ask your mama, baby. Grandma's ATM is permanently closed." My hands didn't even shake when I hung up.

I'm eight and nine years old, and I've seen the same patterns repeat themselves. Young people never listen to the warnings, never learn from history. I've watched them make the same choices, generation after generation, always thinking they know better.

You see, back in those days, we had this neighbor, very, very kind woman she was. And she would come by sometimes when things were hard, bringing food and such. But people didn't understand her ways, and she kept mostly to herself, working in her garden all alone.

In my eighty-nine years, I have learned that the smallest silences are the most dangerous. We stop asking questions, thinking we know everything about the person we love. But once you lose that curiosity, you begin to drift apart, slowly and quietly, until the distance becomes an ocean.

I'm 62 years old, and what I'm about to share with you today will completely transform your understanding of reality. After six decades of life, I've discovered a truth so profound, so earth-shattering, that it changed everything I thought I knew.

I remember when I was just a little girl, about seven or eight years old, there was this lovely old general store on Main Street. The shopkeeper, Mr. Thompson, would always give us children a piece of candy when we'd come in with our mothers. Those were such sweet times.

When I was young, maybe sixteen or seventeen, I remember working in the garden with my mother. She was very, very particular about how things should be done. The neighbors would sometimes come by, but we didn't talk much, just kept to our work.

They tell you to avoid red meat and eggs because of the cholesterol. But let me tell you, I have seen those doctors come and go, and most of them are buried while I am still here, still eating real fat, still feeling strong, and still cooking.