Jan 29, 2009 23:53
I used to. After my dad died, I freaked out. Natural, right? I mean...I was faced with the possibility that my dad, who was in good health his whole life, was just gone. If that could happen to him, what could happen to me? I was afraid that at any time I could just be hit by a bus and killed. Theoretically, I still can.
I guess what changed was the later realization that if there's not a darn thing I can do about it, that I wasn't going to let it run my life. I'd like to say when the time comes that I had a long and happy marriage, children, some grandchildren, and a life that I can be proud of. I don't know if I'll get that far or not. So all I can do is go on every day, and take it day by day. If I have a day I'm proud of, then if that ends up being my last day on Earth, then I can be proud of my life.
Of course I'm sure that when my time comes I'll freak out again. That's natural. Unless I get hit by a bus or something so instantaneous I don't have time to think about it, which with what I do, I could be. But if I see it coming? I can also turn around and look at all the great things I did and tried to do. And that'll be enough for me.
Randy Bosch
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