My next-door neighbor was 94 years old. I was walking by her house one fall morning and saw her raking leaves. I stopped to chat with her. After chatting for five minutes, she told me she had no more time to talk with me. She had to go and take care of her old friend. I asked her the age of her friend. I assumed her friend was close to 100. She told me her friend was 83 years old. Lily had a purpose for living. It got her up each day. And, it gave her something to live for. What gets you up in the morning? What are you living for?