A Moment

“Nothing valuable can be lost by taking time.” ~Abraham Lincoln

Before my Stiff Person Syndrome diagnosis, I savored life as a super-sized–fries with that please–get it to go bagged rush.  Hope they remembered ketchup; did I ask?  I enjoyed life from the fast lane of juggling work, children, home with bites of vacation, make time for a book, stolen minutes of solitude.  The future beckoned with slower paced promise, “the” time to enjoy life more than I already did.

Diagnosis was a brick wall crash splintering my windshield view of all the envisioned good times, crumpling my hectic now…gone in a moment.  I could only look with grief through the intact rear view window of “what was.”  Crawling from my life’s wreckage, busyness became surviving a day of symptoms, escalating doctor appointments, a future destiny of joy became deflated tires going nowhere.

It would be so easy to stay in a Comfort Inn in defeated complacency.  I still had a little Daytona in my engine.  I began to see possibility in overlooked slowtrotting, harnessed my wagon to a bony nag and began my rut-jarring life journey in unchartered territory.  I did not expect the wonders of seeing the world through a slower pace of disabled challenge.

Time.  What I have learned–an hour is an hour, frenzied sprint or savored stroll.  A second is an eternity when twisted in painful spasm or a wonder when looking at a twinkling summer sky.  My biggest regret?  Rushing through life before my diagnosis and letting all the possibilities of a moment slip through my fingers because I did not take the time.

This summer I was traveling along an interstate.  A road sign advertised “scenic overlook” ahead.  Years of speeding by numerous scenic overlooks convicted me.  I pulled over.  I grabbed my camera, hiking pole, & surrogate wheeled backpack, “Rocky.”  I managed the slight downward graveled incline and took a moment to enjoy the view of the scenic picture heading this post.

A moment.

To realize the value of ONE YEAR, ask a student who has failed a grade.
To realize the value of ONE MONTH, ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby.
To realize the value of ONE WEEK, ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.
To realize the value of ONE DAY, ask a daily wage labourer who has kids to feed.
To realize the value of ONE HOUR, ask the bride who is waiting to meet her groom.
To realize the value of ONE MINUTE, ask a person who has missed the train.
To realize the value of ONE SECOND, ask a person who has avoided an accident.
To realize the value of ONE MILLISECOND, ask the person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics.


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