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A week or so ago, a friend of the family went into cardiac arrest, resulting in a coma. The prognosis is grim. The most sobering part of the story, personally, is the friend is my age. And for all intents and purposes, a healthy individual. He had been running an errand and simply collapsed. That could be me. Or someone close to me. All these plans I have — my tasks for tomorrow, goals for 2012, dreams for Someday — only have meaning if I’m alive and kicking. For me, it was like a brush with mortality (the proverbial wake-up call), and I can only hope I’m making the most of this very moment. And the next. Does my family know how much I love them? Have I made amends where necessary? Maybe now is a good time to tie up loose ends while I’m still able. Because life can change in an instant and as hard as I try, that’s one thing I cannot control.
Have you ever experienced a wake-up call resulting in a changed outlook on life?
