Yesterday in church, the preacher spoke of James 4:14 and reminded me of this piece I wrote in college. I hope you enjoy it. "Vapor" By Elizabeth Grimes I never liked nursing homes. There’s something in the heavy atmosphere, with the plastic lunch trays, worn out slippers, and 28 inch fuzzy TVs playing the same two rotated movies that breaks my heart for the elderly people with no choice but to live there. Maybe this feeling began when my best friend fainted in a nursing home on a Christmas caroling field trip in the fifth grade. She’d been wrinkling her nose at the smell through the whole first song when it finally got the better of her. Or maybe the feeling derived from watching movies like Fried Green Tomatoes , where resident’s rooms consisted of a twin sized bed with a metal bar around it, a table stand, and a possible window. I’ ve heard horror stories about the treatment of some residents that I can't even repeat. And the smell is nauseating . My mom told me it