posted on Oct, 6 2008 @ 07:24 PM
I was walking through the hospital just outside ICU where I worked at a few years ago on a Sunday morning, and since there were very few people about
that morning, it was painfully obvious when I came upon a woman alone crying, just sobbing.
No one was around, and stupid me, I asked her if she was alright and if I could do anything for her?
"I just found out. I'm terminal."
Her face was pained to be sure, and I don't know where this came from, but I smiled real big and told her, "Me too!"
She stopped her crying in surprise and looked at me for more explanation.
"Just like you, I'm terminal. No one gets out alive. I won't get out of this life alive anymore than you will. You have a timeline. It's worse
for me, as I am not given an estimated timeline, and I don't make the most of every moment as I think I'll have forever. And the sad truth is, I am
not guaranteed another five minutes."
She nodded and began wiping her face.
"You live out every moment you have left. You're about to go on your greatest adventure, and believe it or not, with your eyes open. And if you
ever have a few minutes, you can pray for me."
Now. What is the problem? You think somehow that life is about dodging tragedies? If so, you're in for some real disappointments.
The reality you seek is that this moment, this very moment is the only thing you have. That's your reality, and the rest is up to you to make the
most of it.
I do wish you well.