March 11, 2004

  • Don’t take life for granted,


     


    Every once in awhile one experiences a brush with death that reminds us of the fragile nature of life, that a single moment in the vast ocean of time can extinguish the wisp of flame to which we cling so frantically.  After passing through these moments, often unscathed, we are offered the moment to reflect on what value we apportion to life and to make resolutions that will raise our future endeavors to worthy heights.  This morning, on my sleepy drive to work, I had one of these moments.  A split second where time slows and every movement, every smell is permanently imprint in your memory to be used in future dreams.  I was entering the parking lot when a car careened around an approaching corner, cutting in front of my fragile minivan, and narrowly missing a catastrophic collision.  I took a moment to catch my breath and continued to find the safety of my standard parking spot.  Knees weak, I worked my way up the steps, into my office and poured a cup of coffee.  The warm, familiar feel of the ceramic mug eventually calmed my nerves and I was able begin a normal day at the office.


     


    So, next time you head out on the highways, take a moment to count your blessings and appreciate your smooth, dentless fenders.  There could be a pretty red-head waiting around the next corner.


     


    (author’s note:  my tongue was so firmly in my cheek as I wrote this that I may not be able to talk for a couple days)

Comments (3)

  • Okay, you heard my choking all the way across the building, right?

    (for a m-u-u-u-c-c-h more realistic painting of the scenario, readers can come over chez moi)

    (oh, and they can ignore the last line as either politesse or further fun-poking, too, says this shaggy-headed middle-aged mom)

  • brilliant!!!!!

  • LOL.  I needed a smile and a chuckle.  thank you.  blessings.

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