{"title":"成功老龄化与90多岁社区服务者。","authors":"Dalane W. Kitzman","doi":"10.1111/jgs.19358","DOIUrl":null,"url":null,"abstract":"<p>The people of western North Carolina, struggling to recover from hurricane Helene, the most devastating natural disaster in the recorded history of the area, recently received an assist from an unusual source. As soon as the governor announced that nonemergency travel to the area was allowed again, Robert “Bob” Sink leapt into action. Over the past two decades and along with others in our church congregation, Bob has many times loaded up a dedicated disaster recovery trailer they have equipped with generators, chainsaws, and other tools, and traveled throughout the United States to spend several weeks helping with cleanup, clearing, rebuilding, and other recovery efforts following a natural disaster. Bob and the other members of the team have made dozens of such trips, including following in the aftermaths of the devastating hurricanes Katrina in 2006 and Floyd in 1999.</p><p>However, the disaster recovery team's youngest member is now nearing age 80, and Bob is 93 years old. So, in the aftermath of Helene, the team decided on a different approach this time—they would quickly refurbish the trailer, fill it with donated equipment and supplies, and take it to Boone, North Carolina, to donate to an awaiting disaster recovery organization.</p><p>While other team members were collecting goods, including electrical generators and kerosene heaters, Bob went to work on the trailer. He replaced all the old wooden floorboards, cleaned out all the mildew and mold, greased the axles, repaired the taillights, located the registration, and helped find the title to the trailer they had purchased decades ago, so it could be officially transferred to the new organization.</p><p>This is what Bob has done all his life—he cares for and helps others and enthusiastically serves his community. He served in the army signal corps during the Korean conflict. Afterward, he became a public servant for the city of Lexington, North Carolina, as superintendent for natural gas. Although he retired over 35 years ago, the staff at his former department still call him for help and advice. My favorite example is a phone call he received a few months ago. “Bob, can you remember the location of the natural gas connection near Main Steet?” Without hesitation, Bob replied, “Well, we installed it in ’67. It should be 14 feet east of the stop sign at the southwest corner of Sixth and Main, 6 feet below the pavement grade, and connected with a brass collar.” Indeed, that is where it was found, 57 years after Bob supervised its installation.</p><p>Bob married his high school sweetheart, Louise, in 1953. They had delayed marriage for 4 years while Louise finished nursing school (marriage was forbidden for nursing students at the time) and Bob finished his military service. They were married 64 years before Louise died 7 years ago at age 86. When Louise developed multiple severe medical problems, including heart failure and multiple debilitating strokes, I started checking on Bob regularly after church on Sundays to ask if there was anything I could do to help them. Nearly always, Bob had it under control. He somehow figured out creative ways to deal with every new problem that arose. When Louise became totally incapacitated, he got a hospital bed for their living room and attended her nearly 24/7, except for periodic breaks provided by their children. Everyone worried about Bob because at the time he was well into his late 80s. However, he never seemed even a bit flustered, fatigued, or frustrated; he simply carried on, doing what was needed to care for the love of his life. It was not grim determination as one might expect; instead, Bob approached this role with aplomb. I was filled with admiration.</p><p>I've since learned that over the years, Bob has capably cared for many other persons in his family and the community in their declining years. He has had many opportunities to do so. Among 75 family members in his generation, only 9 survive. In the evenings, he often serves as a volunteer greeter at one of the local funeral homes. He says it is an opportunity to help and provide comfort to others during some of their most difficult moments.</p><p>Bob is a passionate, committed supporter of Habitat for Humanity, an international nonprofit organization that brings people together to build homes and communities in order to eliminate homelessness. Recently, the 25th house he has personally helped build was finished (Figure 1). He serves on the local Habitat for Humanity Board of Directors, is capable of performing every task needed to build a house, and often serves as the crew foreman. When he is not working at Habitat or the funeral home, taking care of someone who is sick or disabled, or consulting for a natural gas company, Bob is often building a wheel-chair ramp for an older person in the community who has become disabled (he has built 20 of these to date) or restoring his vintage 1931 Nash automobile, which was produced the year he was born.</p><p>Perhaps because he is so active, Bob has enjoyed relatively good health, though it might be vice versa. However, earlier this year and only 6 months after a pulmonary embolism, he was helping build a new Habitat house and became lightheaded. Others at the site, noting that he looked pale, insisted he go rest in his parked car, where he had a syncopal spell. He was found to have a hemoglobin of 7.2 g/dL. I was amazed at the thought of a 93-year-old building a Habitat house not long after a pulmonary embolism and with a hemoglobin that low, and who had been minimally symptomatic until the event. His Eliquis was discontinued, and his anemia resolved. He had Covid last year and was sick for barely a week. This year he had a pneumonia and spent a few days in the hospital. Bob is resilient and tough.</p><p>On a recent Sunday at worship service, Bob was characteristically well dressed in his suit and tie, with his upright posture, square jaw, crewcut hair, warm smile, and sparkling eyes, mingling with everyone and hugging babies (Figure 2). He exuded his typical affable, outgoing, friendly, engaging personality. I always wondered why he sat in the very last pew at the back of the church, closest to the door. He told me he started sitting there in the early 1980s when he bought a video camera to tape the church services and deliver the recordings to shut-ins. While that has been replaced with Facebook Live, he still prefers that location because that is where he can be of maximal help. Whenever a newcomer enters, Bob is there to greet them and help them find a seat. If anyone becomes sick and heads toward the door, Bob is there to help. Bob even keeps a butane lighter at his pew to help the youth light the procession candles they carry at the beginning of the service.</p><p>Bob has many characteristics of “successful aging.” He is now > 20 years older than the average lifespan of a US male born in 1931, and has survived > 90% of his family's generation. He has also escaped the “widower effect” whereby older persons, particularly males, experience a dramatically increased rate of death in the years following loss of their spouse, and can experience long-term adverse effects including depression, loneliness, isolation, and multiple chronic health problems [<span>1</span>]. 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Although he retired over 35 years ago, the staff at his former department still call him for help and advice. My favorite example is a phone call he received a few months ago. “Bob, can you remember the location of the natural gas connection near Main Steet?” Without hesitation, Bob replied, “Well, we installed it in ’67. It should be 14 feet east of the stop sign at the southwest corner of Sixth and Main, 6 feet below the pavement grade, and connected with a brass collar.” Indeed, that is where it was found, 57 years after Bob supervised its installation.</p><p>Bob married his high school sweetheart, Louise, in 1953. They had delayed marriage for 4 years while Louise finished nursing school (marriage was forbidden for nursing students at the time) and Bob finished his military service. They were married 64 years before Louise died 7 years ago at age 86. When Louise developed multiple severe medical problems, including heart failure and multiple debilitating strokes, I started checking on Bob regularly after church on Sundays to ask if there was anything I could do to help them. Nearly always, Bob had it under control. He somehow figured out creative ways to deal with every new problem that arose. When Louise became totally incapacitated, he got a hospital bed for their living room and attended her nearly 24/7, except for periodic breaks provided by their children. Everyone worried about Bob because at the time he was well into his late 80s. However, he never seemed even a bit flustered, fatigued, or frustrated; he simply carried on, doing what was needed to care for the love of his life. It was not grim determination as one might expect; instead, Bob approached this role with aplomb. 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北卡罗来纳州西部的人们正在努力从飓风“海伦”中恢复过来,这是该地区有史以来最具破坏性的自然灾害,最近他们得到了一个不同寻常的援助。州长一宣布允许再次前往该地区进行非紧急旅行,罗伯特·“鲍勃”·辛克就立即行动起来。在过去的二十年里,鲍勃和我们教会的其他人一起,多次装上一辆专门的灾难恢复拖车,他们配备了发电机、链锯和其他工具,在美国各地旅行,花几个星期的时间帮助清理、清理、重建和其他自然灾害后的恢复工作。鲍勃和团队的其他成员已经做了几十次这样的旅行,包括2006年卡特里娜飓风和1999年弗洛伊德飓风之后的跟踪调查。然而,灾难恢复小组最年轻的成员现在已经快80岁了,而Bob已经93岁了。因此,在海琳飓风之后,这个团队决定采取不同的方法——他们将迅速翻新拖车,装满捐赠的设备和物资,然后把它带到北卡罗来纳州的布恩,捐给一个等待灾难恢复的组织。当其他团队成员在收集物品,包括发电机和煤油加热器时,鲍勃去制作拖车。他更换了所有的旧木地板,清除了所有的霉菌和霉菌,给车轴上了油,修理了尾灯,找到了登记证,并帮助找到了他们几十年前购买的拖车的所有权,这样它就可以正式转让给新的组织。这就是鲍勃一生所做的——他关心和帮助他人,热情地为他的社区服务。朝鲜战争期间,他在陆军信号部队服役。之后,他成为北卡罗来纳州列克星敦市的公务员,担任天然气主管。虽然他在35年前就退休了,但他以前所在部门的员工仍然会给他打电话寻求帮助和建议。我最喜欢的例子是他几个月前接到的一个电话。“鲍勃,你还记得主街附近的天然气管道在哪里吗?”鲍勃毫不犹豫地回答说:“嗯,我们在1967年安装的。它应该在第六大道和主街西南角的停车标志以东14英尺处,在路面坡度以下6英尺处,并与黄铜领相连。”事实上,在鲍勃监督它的安装57年后,它就是在那里被发现的。1953年,鲍勃与高中时的恋人露易丝结婚。他们推迟了四年结婚,路易丝完成了护理学校的学业(当时护理专业的学生是禁止结婚的),鲍勃完成了他的兵役。他们结婚64年,路易丝于7年前去世,享年86岁。当露易丝出现了多种严重的身体问题,包括心力衰竭和多次使人衰弱的中风时,我开始定期在周日教堂后检查鲍勃,问他我能做些什么来帮助他们。鲍勃几乎总是能控制住局面。他不知怎么地想出了创造性的方法来处理出现的每一个新问题。当露易丝完全丧失行动能力时,他为他们的客厅找了一张病床,除了孩子们定期提供的休息时间外,几乎每天24小时都在照顾她。大家都很担心鲍勃,因为当时他已经快80岁了。然而,他似乎从来没有一点慌乱、疲劳或沮丧;他只是继续生活,做着照顾他一生挚爱所需要做的事情。这并不是人们想象的那种冷酷的决心;相反,鲍勃泰然自若地扮演了这个角色。我心中充满了钦佩。我后来了解到,这些年来,鲍勃很有能力地照顾了他家里和社区里许多垂暮之年的人。他有很多这样做的机会。在他那一代的75名家庭成员中,只有9人幸存下来。晚上,他经常在当地一家殡仪馆做志愿者招待员。他说,这是一个在别人最困难的时刻提供帮助和安慰的机会。Bob是Habitat for Humanity的热心支持者,Habitat for Humanity是一个国际非营利组织,旨在将人们聚集在一起建造房屋和社区,以消除无家可归现象。最近,他亲自帮助建造的第25座房子完工了(图1)。他在当地的仁人家园董事会任职,能够完成建造房子所需的每一项任务,并经常担任工头。当他不在Habitat或殡仪馆工作,照顾病人或残疾人,或为天然气公司提供咨询服务时,鲍勃经常为社区中残疾的老年人建造轮椅坡道(迄今为止他已经建造了20个这样的坡道),或者修复他1931年生产的老式纳什汽车,这辆车是他出生那年生产的。 也许因为他太活跃了,鲍勃的健康状况相对较好,尽管也可能相反。然而,今年早些时候,也就是肺栓塞后仅6个月,他在帮助建造一所新的Habitat房子时,变得头晕目眩。现场的其他人注意到他脸色苍白,坚持让他在停着的车里休息,因为他在车里晕厥了。他的血红蛋白为7.2 g/dL。想到一个93岁的老人在肺栓塞后不久就建了一座爱必居的房子,我感到很惊讶,他的血红蛋白那么低,在此之前,他的症状一直很轻微。他的艾力克思停了,贫血也好了。他去年感染了新冠病毒,病了不到一周。今年他得了肺炎,在医院住了几天。鲍勃适应力强,很坚强。在最近的一个星期天的礼拜仪式上,鲍勃穿着西装打着领带,保持着直立的姿势,方下巴,平头,温暖的微笑,闪闪发光的眼睛,与每个人交往,拥抱婴儿(图2)。他散发出他典型的和蔼可亲,外向,友好,迷人的个性。我一直想知道他为什么坐在教堂后面离门最近的最后一个座位上。他告诉我,他从20世纪80年代初就开始坐在那里,当时他买了一台摄像机,用来录下教堂的礼拜仪式,然后把录音发给不在家的人。虽然这已经被Facebook Live所取代,但他仍然更喜欢那个地方,因为在那里他可以提供最大的帮助。每当有新来者进来,鲍勃都会在那里迎接他们,并帮助他们找到座位。如果有人生病了,朝门口走去,鲍勃就在那里帮忙。鲍勃甚至在他的座位上放了一个丁烷打火机,帮助年轻人点燃他们在仪式开始时手持的游行蜡烛。鲍勃有许多“成功衰老”的特征。他现在比1931年出生的美国男性的平均寿命长20岁,比他家族90%的人都要长寿。他还逃脱了“鳏夫效应”,即老年人,特别是男性,在失去配偶后的几年中死亡率急剧增加,并可能遭受长期不利影响,包括抑郁、孤独、孤立和多种慢性健康问题bbb。当被问及他的健康和长寿的关键时,鲍勃说,那就是保持活跃,走出家门,帮助他人,为社区服务。在审阅这篇文章的初稿时,经常帮我编辑文章的老年病部管理员有以下中肯的评论,这是我们对像鲍勃这样的“成功老人”的普遍反应。“像鲍勃这样的人真是个宝贝!”在我的信仰社区里也有这样一个人——一个93岁的女人,她仍然每天在办公室里工作,每天穿得“漂亮”(戴着帽子),打理托儿所,教主日学校,探访自闭者,在家里举办晚宴,自制食物,给别人送食物,有一个了不起的灵魂,真正爱别人,为她的社区服务。我希望我能成功地变老,像她一样!”我们不都是吗?基茨曼是唯一的作者。赞助方对稿件的撰写没有任何投入。作者声明无利益冲突。
Successful Aging and the Nonagenarian Community Servant
The people of western North Carolina, struggling to recover from hurricane Helene, the most devastating natural disaster in the recorded history of the area, recently received an assist from an unusual source. As soon as the governor announced that nonemergency travel to the area was allowed again, Robert “Bob” Sink leapt into action. Over the past two decades and along with others in our church congregation, Bob has many times loaded up a dedicated disaster recovery trailer they have equipped with generators, chainsaws, and other tools, and traveled throughout the United States to spend several weeks helping with cleanup, clearing, rebuilding, and other recovery efforts following a natural disaster. Bob and the other members of the team have made dozens of such trips, including following in the aftermaths of the devastating hurricanes Katrina in 2006 and Floyd in 1999.
However, the disaster recovery team's youngest member is now nearing age 80, and Bob is 93 years old. So, in the aftermath of Helene, the team decided on a different approach this time—they would quickly refurbish the trailer, fill it with donated equipment and supplies, and take it to Boone, North Carolina, to donate to an awaiting disaster recovery organization.
While other team members were collecting goods, including electrical generators and kerosene heaters, Bob went to work on the trailer. He replaced all the old wooden floorboards, cleaned out all the mildew and mold, greased the axles, repaired the taillights, located the registration, and helped find the title to the trailer they had purchased decades ago, so it could be officially transferred to the new organization.
This is what Bob has done all his life—he cares for and helps others and enthusiastically serves his community. He served in the army signal corps during the Korean conflict. Afterward, he became a public servant for the city of Lexington, North Carolina, as superintendent for natural gas. Although he retired over 35 years ago, the staff at his former department still call him for help and advice. My favorite example is a phone call he received a few months ago. “Bob, can you remember the location of the natural gas connection near Main Steet?” Without hesitation, Bob replied, “Well, we installed it in ’67. It should be 14 feet east of the stop sign at the southwest corner of Sixth and Main, 6 feet below the pavement grade, and connected with a brass collar.” Indeed, that is where it was found, 57 years after Bob supervised its installation.
Bob married his high school sweetheart, Louise, in 1953. They had delayed marriage for 4 years while Louise finished nursing school (marriage was forbidden for nursing students at the time) and Bob finished his military service. They were married 64 years before Louise died 7 years ago at age 86. When Louise developed multiple severe medical problems, including heart failure and multiple debilitating strokes, I started checking on Bob regularly after church on Sundays to ask if there was anything I could do to help them. Nearly always, Bob had it under control. He somehow figured out creative ways to deal with every new problem that arose. When Louise became totally incapacitated, he got a hospital bed for their living room and attended her nearly 24/7, except for periodic breaks provided by their children. Everyone worried about Bob because at the time he was well into his late 80s. However, he never seemed even a bit flustered, fatigued, or frustrated; he simply carried on, doing what was needed to care for the love of his life. It was not grim determination as one might expect; instead, Bob approached this role with aplomb. I was filled with admiration.
I've since learned that over the years, Bob has capably cared for many other persons in his family and the community in their declining years. He has had many opportunities to do so. Among 75 family members in his generation, only 9 survive. In the evenings, he often serves as a volunteer greeter at one of the local funeral homes. He says it is an opportunity to help and provide comfort to others during some of their most difficult moments.
Bob is a passionate, committed supporter of Habitat for Humanity, an international nonprofit organization that brings people together to build homes and communities in order to eliminate homelessness. Recently, the 25th house he has personally helped build was finished (Figure 1). He serves on the local Habitat for Humanity Board of Directors, is capable of performing every task needed to build a house, and often serves as the crew foreman. When he is not working at Habitat or the funeral home, taking care of someone who is sick or disabled, or consulting for a natural gas company, Bob is often building a wheel-chair ramp for an older person in the community who has become disabled (he has built 20 of these to date) or restoring his vintage 1931 Nash automobile, which was produced the year he was born.
Perhaps because he is so active, Bob has enjoyed relatively good health, though it might be vice versa. However, earlier this year and only 6 months after a pulmonary embolism, he was helping build a new Habitat house and became lightheaded. Others at the site, noting that he looked pale, insisted he go rest in his parked car, where he had a syncopal spell. He was found to have a hemoglobin of 7.2 g/dL. I was amazed at the thought of a 93-year-old building a Habitat house not long after a pulmonary embolism and with a hemoglobin that low, and who had been minimally symptomatic until the event. His Eliquis was discontinued, and his anemia resolved. He had Covid last year and was sick for barely a week. This year he had a pneumonia and spent a few days in the hospital. Bob is resilient and tough.
On a recent Sunday at worship service, Bob was characteristically well dressed in his suit and tie, with his upright posture, square jaw, crewcut hair, warm smile, and sparkling eyes, mingling with everyone and hugging babies (Figure 2). He exuded his typical affable, outgoing, friendly, engaging personality. I always wondered why he sat in the very last pew at the back of the church, closest to the door. He told me he started sitting there in the early 1980s when he bought a video camera to tape the church services and deliver the recordings to shut-ins. While that has been replaced with Facebook Live, he still prefers that location because that is where he can be of maximal help. Whenever a newcomer enters, Bob is there to greet them and help them find a seat. If anyone becomes sick and heads toward the door, Bob is there to help. Bob even keeps a butane lighter at his pew to help the youth light the procession candles they carry at the beginning of the service.
Bob has many characteristics of “successful aging.” He is now > 20 years older than the average lifespan of a US male born in 1931, and has survived > 90% of his family's generation. He has also escaped the “widower effect” whereby older persons, particularly males, experience a dramatically increased rate of death in the years following loss of their spouse, and can experience long-term adverse effects including depression, loneliness, isolation, and multiple chronic health problems [1]. When asked his key to health and longevity, Bob states that it is staying active, getting out of the house, helping others, and serving his community.
Upon reviewing the manuscript draft for this article, the Geriatrics Department administrator who frequently helps edit my essays had the following pertinent remarks, which typify our universal response to “successful agers” like Bob. “People like Bob are such a treasure! We have a person like this in my faith community as well—a 93-year-old woman who still works in an office every day, dresses ‘to the nines’ (complete with a hat) every day, keeps the nursery, teaches Sunday school, visits shut-ins, has dinner parties in her home, bakes homemade goods, takes food to people, has an amazing soul and truly loves people and serving her community. I hope that I will age successfully enough to be like her!”
Don't we all?
Dr. Kitzman is the sole author.
The sponsor had no input into development of the manuscript.
期刊介绍:
Journal of the American Geriatrics Society (JAGS) is the go-to journal for clinical aging research. We provide a diverse, interprofessional community of healthcare professionals with the latest insights on geriatrics education, clinical practice, and public policy—all supporting the high-quality, person-centered care essential to our well-being as we age. Since the publication of our first edition in 1953, JAGS has remained one of the oldest and most impactful journals dedicated exclusively to gerontology and geriatrics.