Change

Sep 05, 2014 18:22

I did not know what fear was until two weeks ago. I'm lying in the ER. Being hooked up to an I.V. being told rather bluntly by a nurse that I was on the path to death. Not sure if he was exaggerating or not. Pretty much telling me the damage was already done and their was no hope or my life.

Change.

For a while now I have lived with this idea that I am unaffected by the family history. That what came before me would not catch up to me. Laying on that bed. With my parents at my side. I realize that i had just hit a brick wall doing about Mach 20. My careless lifestyle caught up to me at last. I am effected by the family history.

Change.

I had seen that word a lot in at least two weeks leading up. A rare time when I get a word in my head that has no place. I knew something was coming and that it would have a profound impact on my life. While I was on that bed fear crept into my heart. I don't know if I have been that scared in my life before. At least not to that profound level.

So the changes have been made to some extent. But it is taking time. But that is something I am fine with. I think I need to write more on this later...

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