Zvi Jun/Jul 1994

My wife and I recently visited her mother in the hospital. Now past 90 years old, she is like most of the other people in that particular hospital. They can no longer care for themselves, spend most of their waking hours in wheelchairs, speak very little, and appear to be very bitter. There are no smiles on their lips and no indications that they enjoy life. Most of them seem to be counting the da