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So..
I'll be the first to admit I complain about stuff.
Sometimes....most of the time..it's not even ligitiment..
Today, it happened to be that I was mad I had to carry 5 books around all day.
But then, I thought of my choir teacher who just yesterday was given the "OK" to come back to work after a long hard struggle with breast cancer.
I only know it was this because Carl's mother told my mother while Carl and I unloaded flags from flag duty....this was a few months ago.
Today, I could see how she was diffrent...but that can't be somthing you just get over and never think about again...it just can't.
Every single day for the rest of your life, you have to deal with whatever pain and loss you suffered from somthing that was probably out of your control...and maybe there was nothing you could do to stop it.
And how do you keep a positive additude when you've been told you've only a year or less to live?
How could a person possibly wake up everyday, knowing that each time, it's a countdown?
Or what about the family?
How do they go on after they loose someone?
How do they compute that there was nothing medical science could do to save their mother...or sister....or daughter?
And what about the doctors?
It must be a terrible life, working with cancer patients...the ones that the doctors whisper about in the hallway and how there's no hope. Or maybe nothing effects them?
How could a person have the guts to walk up to a family anxiously waiting in the hall to hear the latest devistation, and tell them, honestly, that with all the brilliance born into the world, and that which has yet to be born, there is none rellivant to reviving them from their sickness?
Or maybe it's a blessing..to treat those who may or may not get better. Perhaps, a fragile life is more beautiful than a hardy life, becuase those who see death in the mirror have learned to live it up...until they cannot live any longer.
But all of these things continue to happen...each day, people learn that they are sick, learn that they are getting better, learn of a family members death, deal with the pain of the past. People are born, people die...becuase of one simple fact:
We have to cope.
We either cope, or the world will smush us.
Life goes on....and maybe more important, life is bigger than our person, life is birth, death, and all the hurt and love in between.
One day, my mother( a nurse) asked one of her other nurse friends how she was doing, becuase she looked sad.
She answered: "It's better than living under a bridge."
And if every single one of us had an outlook like this, there wouldn't be a spotlight on stupid little complaints over books and backpacks.
And then maybe we could live the beautiful, fragile life, the most positive, emmy worthy life a person could live...just like if we were the one's in the hospital bed.
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I'm not going to preach...I already did that...lol.
But it just came over me that my life is pretty darn good.
P.S.- Look at the profile....the fish faces are on there...one of them kissed vickay...lol.
The other one is vickay.
 MajesticTOASTER · Wed Oct 10, 2007 @ 04:29am · 1 Comments |
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