I sit in the rest room of my suburban home I hear a gun roar loud and near. As I listen to the echo of its shot burrow threw the night I think to myself,
"How must it be for the one on the other end of that smoke?
I mean I am conditioned to think that my problems are the only ones in the world. After all the world does revolve around me... right?
As I sit on the pot not really doing anything else at this point, my mind flashes on what must be happening to that poor soul at that moment. And I think to myself "Wow". That's it, just wow. Then I shake my head as I see in my minds eye what must have happened,
...perhaps an angry wife tired of an abusive husband, or better yet an abusive husband to whom has had it with his wife.
Then, what hit home more then anything was the next image I had...
A wife and kids sitting in her living room alone, having fallen pray to a criminal. Perhaps pushing his (or their) way into the house... the end results in the ultimate mislay of life.
This thought was scary to me in so many ways... it hit home because I was home alone, I had a kid, and I thought how easy it could happen to me.
We all think it will not happen to us But it happens to someone somewhere, along the way, I bet they thought that very thing.
Everyday I am overwhelmed with just being able to wake up to the sun light or the rain, even that grayish yellow haze that sits over Denver from time to time is great to see.
Everyday I bow to the life Ive been given. I have the power to move to the next minute and I can not say enough about it.
My message to you is this:
Respect life people!
It may not be your last but its all you have at this moment.
If you can't live well at least love living it,
Grab every opportunity you can when it comes to you,
You may not be able to again or even later.
Every breath we take is a gift not a given, please don't waste it!