I was reminded today of my friend from our 20’s who spent months in a coma after a freak accident in her car–how many months it took for her damaged brain to finally give up and let her go and how hard the finality was even when we knew she was really gone the moment the steel had hit her head on the highway. Accidents, murder suicide and most of all, cancer —so many people I’ve loved didn’t make it to old age. I know we cannot assume any more minutes than the one we are in. So how can I let myself waste that minute when I have it? What if it is my last? Won’t I wish I had used it with more fullness? Probably with more love?
I walk down the hallway of a school that is not so filled with happiness these days and think about this minute. Is that hallway in that school where I want to be? I’ve done that a lot lately. My answer is yes if I can look at the rowdy kids and the always working with teacher and love their spirit.