My Kids Chose My Nursing Home. At 72 I Chose the Philippines

At seventy-two, one little slip on my own kitchen floor was all it took for my two grown kids to tour three nursing homes and pick one out for me — before they ever said a word to me about it. 00:00 — They Picked My Nursing Home 03:52 — The City the World Wrote Off 06:27 — The Bags I Wouldn't Unpack 11:13 — Forty Cents 14:20 — The Cat With No Name 17:33 — The Man Who Rebuilt His House 19:34 — Where They Hid the Real Cost 21:48 — What $1,480 a Month Really Buys 23:49 — The Bitter Man at the Bar 27:26 — One Word: Yolanda 31:51 — The Call I Couldn't Answer Straight 34:59 — Your Hands Are Not Old 40:48 — The Street That Cheers in the Dark 42:28 — The Ending I Wrote Myself My name's Warren. Seventy-two years old, and I never once expected a story like this to be mine. Forty-one years I was a millwright at a paper mill outside Green Bay, Wisconsin — the fella they call at two in the morning when the whole line goes dead and everybody else stands around scratching their heads. I was good with my hands, good under pressure, and not once in all those years was I a thing anybody had to solve. Then I got old, and I had one little fall in my own kitchen — slipped on a wet spot, went down, bruised my hip, got right back up. And that one fall turned me, in my kids' eyes, from their father into a problem that needed handling. About a month later I came in my own back door quiet one afternoon and heard my son and my daughter at my kitchen table — dividing up my tools, going through a stack of glossy brochures for "a facility," a nice one out by the highway. "It's for his own good," my daughter said. And I stood in my own hallway and I didn't make a sound. I didn't have a fortune for anybody to steal, either — a little pension and a little Social Security, that was the whole show. But a decent home back there runs five, six, seven thousand dollars a month, and that was the plan: sell the house and warehouse the old man somewhere safe and out of the way till the money ran out or the time did. So I sold my truck and my good tools and most of what I owned, and I bought a one-way ticket to a city neither of my kids could find on a map if you spotted them the first three letters. Tacloban. The city the sea walked into in 2013 — the one the whole world looked at after the typhoon and quietly wrote off as finished. I was an old man his own blood had written off as finished too. So I got on that plane to find out whether I really was. And I'll tell it to you straight, the way it came at me. This is where my story really begins. Footage Attribution: Portions of the video footage used in this production are licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution (CC BY) license. The original footage has been edited, color graded, trimmed, or combined with additional footage, and paired with original narration and storytelling to create a new transformative work. Credit for all original creators is provided below in accordance with the CC BY license. Video Credit: "Walking the 2nd Most Densely Populated District in Manila Philippines [4K HDR]" by Krypto Trekker Source:    • Walking the 2nd Most Densely Populated Dis...   Video Credit: "Exploring Masville Parañaque Metro Manila Philippines [4K HDR]" by Krypto Trekker Source:    • Exploring Masville Parañaque Metro Manila ...   Video Credit: "Watch This Before Visiting Manila Philippines [4K WALK]" by Krypto Trekker Source:    • Watch This Before Visiting Manila Philippi...   Video Credit: "SUPER HEAVY RAIN HITS MANILA CITY-Afternoon walk in tondo Manila [4k]" by JOHN WALK TOUR Source:    • SUPER HEAVY RAIN HITS MANILA CITY-Afternoo...   Channels: Krypto Trekker —    / @kryptotrekker   | JOHN WALK TOUR —    / @jwtrealninja   Licensed under Creative Commons Attribution (CC BY). — #RetireInThePhilippines #RetireAbroad #RetirementPlanning #CostOfLivingPhilippines #ExpatLife #RetireOverseas #Tacloban #NursingHome #StartingOverAt72 #StillSomebody retire in the philippines, retire abroad, retire overseas, retirement, retirement planning, cost of living in the philippines, retire on social security, retire on a budget, american retiree philippines, americans retiring in the philippines, moving to the philippines, living in the philippines, tacloban, tacloban philippines, leyte, eastern visayas, retire in tacloban, nursing home, assisted living, assisted living cost, my kids put me in a home, pushed into a nursing home, elder care, aging parents, being a burden, retired millwright, paper mill worker, green bay wisconsin, fixed income, social security, retire at 72, starting over at 72, retiring alone, retire single man, widower, second chance, life abroad, another life abroad, typhoon yolanda,