Make A Wish.
June 15, 2012
In a few hours someone will die. I know tragic. In that time, someone will wish they were alive, had an opportunity to say goodbye or wished it were a nightmare in which they could be awaken.
In a few hours someone will wish they never lived. I know sad. In that time they will take inventory of their own life and will be disparately convinced that there is an error in their systematic daily progress and attempt suicide. Someone will wish they survive.
In a few hours someone will give birth to a child long, longed for, into a life well planned for and cry buckets full of bountiful joy. In that time, their partner will count it a miracle, the family will considered themselves lucky and the attending staff may see their daily routine as a mission to bring happy life into the world. They may each feel fulfilled.
In a few hours someone will fill excitement, anxiety and sheer bliss that a long wished for opportunity has knocked, and they themselves were prepared to answer. In that time, they will be ecstatic that someone decided to take a chance on them and afford them the opportunity to prove themselves worthy. Someone will be happy to help.
In a few a minutes someone reading this blog will recall one or more of this situations, they may be reminder of laughter, joy or pain. And in this very second, I charge you to forget the times of yesterday, just for these seconds today; and live in the moment. Now, make a wish.
Tomorrows post: And Who Said I Have To Say Sorry.
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This has been Sharon Saffold blogging on purpose and not by chance because chances are, I will blog again.