Thursday, November 30, 2017
Being and Breathing
One warm evening many years ago…
After spending nearly every waking minute with Angel for
eight straight days, I knew that I had to tell her just one thing. So late at night, just before she fell
asleep, I whispered it in her ear. She
smiled – the kind of smile that makes me smile back –and she said, “When I’m
seventy-five and I think about my life and what it was like to be young, I hope
that I can remember this very moment.”
A few seconds later she closed her eyes and fell
asleep. The room was peaceful – almost
silent. All I could hear was the soft
purr of her breathing. I stayed awake
thinking about the time we’d spent together and all the choices in our lives
that made this moment possible. And at
some point, I realized that it didn’t matter what we’d done or where we’d
gone. Nor did the future hold any
significance.
All that mattered was the serenity of the moment.
Just being with her and breathing with her.
The moral: We must
not allow the clock, the calendar, and external pressures to rule our lives and
blind us to the fact that each individual moment of our lives is a beautiful
mystery and a miracle – especially those moments we spend in the presence of a
loved one.
Your turn…
How do you think differently today than you once did? What life experience or realization brought
on a significant change in your way of thinking? Please leave a comment below and share your
story with us.
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