I think it’ll be important, but I’m not sure what I will post here exactly. All I know is when my big brother died at a young age, I knew this was serious business. No do-overs. Funny thing is when he died he saved my life. Twice.
My brothers death didn’t teach me “how” to live. It taught me to get busy living. He was 26 when he died and I was 22. I learned the hard way that things can go sideways at any minute. That was the first lesson. He saved my life from mediocrity and subsequent regret.
He saved my life again some years later when I found that I had the same heart condition that killed him. It just took longer to develop in me to the point to where it was critical. I got lucky. Wait… was that luck? Or, could there be a reason why he died and I got to learn from it? Hmmmmm. I really don’t know. That’s not what I’m saying at all. Either way, I’m working to get better and better at this “life” thing. I’m not trying to be a saint. But, I can certainly get more in tune with who I am and what I’m doing here… what I’m good at. That way maybe I can be helpful to someone, somewhere. I don’t know. I really don’t know. I’m just trying to take what I’ve been given, be thankful for it and make good of it. That’s all.
#WhoWasFaith