Killer Hill

killer hill 3.jpg It was a beautiful spring morning and as I cruised through my neighborhood, I drove passed killer hill. I call it killer hill because when my children was very small, I decided it would be an adventure for us to take a nice long walk. Big mistake! As we approached the third block, there was grumbling and complaining and I had to try to carry them the rest of the way. Needless to say, I almost didn’t make it myself. It was really exhausting to say the least and I thought I was in shape. Ha!

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Well, this morning as I went past killer hill, I saw an elderly man who was short, bending over because he couldn’t stand up straight with a walking cane, slowly walking up killer hill. He looked like he was in his late eighties with a scruffy white beard.

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As I gazed at him with complete admiration, I began to imagine what his life was like before he got to this stage. Besides putting me to shame, walking up that hill, he had a past history that we will never completely know or understand.

What we can deduct is the commonalities from all our lives. He was someones child, educated through our school system in some capacity, worked in order to support himself and or family and went through good times and bad. I wondered if he ever served in the army. What else defined this man’s life? I began to think into the future and what my life would look like once I got to his age.

Life is short and getting shorter

Life is really short, and the quality of life getting shorter everyday. Anything can go wrong along the way. But what I admired about this man is his ability to stand up and walk even with his disabilities. Its easier to sit down and do nothing rather than stand up to do something. Will I have the desire, strength or motivation to follow his lead in spite of my age? Or will I sit down and play dead.

What I learned from this experience is to learn to enjoy each day to its fullest. While you have good health and youth on your side, don’t squander it on foolishness. Make everyday count for today is given and tomorrow is not promised. Dream and live your dreams and may your yesterdays yield better tomorrows.

 

 

 

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