posted on Jan, 16 2013 @ 07:00 AM
Last night, on my way home, I found myself behind a slow-moving van.
It was inconvenient, and I became frustrated. I’d had a tough day at work. It was raining and cold, nasty weather. I wanted to be home, fixing
dinner, and relaxing with my family.
The van would speed up between houses, then slow down again. I finally realized the driver was looking at house numbers.
When he turned on my road, I wanted to scream with frustration. Would I ever get home?
He stopped in the road, peered at houses, then began to back up. I reversed myself, and then sat fuming while he made up his mind. At last, he
turned into a house a few doors down mine.
It was then that I saw the sign on the side of the van. Blair’s Funeral Home.
Just seeing those three words gave me an immediate attitude adjustment. Here I was, griping because dinner would be fifteen minutes late, fuming
because I wanted to put my feet up and relax with the family.
And in the house a few doors down, someone was saying a forever goodbye to a loved one.
How petty my concerns were….yet how many of us go through the day with just such an attitude? How many of us truly appreciate the here and now?
The grave awaits us all, my friends. It’s coming. The question, I suppose, is how we spend the time we have left?