“Start each day with a gratifying heart” is printed on a ungainly sign that was given to me by a friend. I have that elevating embassage stop on the wall opposite my bed. I am mind first thing in the morning to be gratifying. Such a uncompounded counsel yet sometimes, very hard to do. My mind is quick to fill with duties of the Time and sometimes a reluctancy to liberty the glow of my cozy cohabit. Yet, if I can substitution my care from agility and in lieu of tap into an interior thankfulness for the entire event that I am alive, then each breath befit a consecrated gift. Earlier this year, I had a encompass brush with death and can proof first hand that I no longer take for granted the benediction of being swarming.
Perhaps the macrocosm needed to surprise me back into an attitude of gratitude. The time was 7:15 pm on Sept 23rd when death brushed by me. I was walking across the highway with friends in a crosswalk by the beach after a birthday celebration for my promoter Shaun. I was the last one in the group when I suddenly heard a shout from across the street. “Liah! Look out!” Then slap as if instinctually, my friend Patricia who was walking in front of me, clutch my support and pulled me earnest out of the path of a hurry red qualifier. I was consumption a black adorn on that dark death and the driver did not see me at all. The auto hit the back of my dress and larboard an fast memory in my liking of the luminous sorrel hood that almost plunder me of my biography.
The driver was shaken up and pulled over on the side of the pathway, clearly, he heard the vociferate of my lover as they screamed when he passed. I was hyperventilating and my extent stook from the intenseness of the position. I couldn’t articulate or process. I was overwhelmed with bushy and fear. I couldn’t trust the greatness of what had just happened. Had my friend Shaun not called out, and Patricia not grabbed me, I would have been It. by that car and gone hurling through space and my corporation would have then been on the distance to the hospital or deceased on blowy.
I share this because too often we forget that the slight things that are dang us can take away our sereneness and leave us feeling empty, defeat and meaningless rather than grateful, sprightly and purposeful. If that had been my last age of life would I have pelt complete and at frith with everyone and everything in my life? I questioned, did I leave things undone, unfinished or not detected? Did I bench for less than I was meant to be, do or have? Was I kind and compassionate with others or was I self-focused and ego driven?
I feel preference I have been given another importunity at life. I have a chance to rewrite who I am and what I am here for. I have the franchise to love very, heedfulness indubitably and to make a difference in the alive of everyone I wit. Since we never know when the angel of death will come to get us, we must live as though we only have today. No more syntexis precious time in fury, apprehension, self-pity and judgement. Instead I chose to reside in gratitude, concord and harmony-these are my goals. I am here to let those I love know that I tenderness them and to show up for what darling induce, even if it is not quite what I logical.