I sit here today, as my childhood friend is in surgery and I think back to all the times we have spent together over the years.
I think about how cool her mom was and how many times I ate dinner at her house when we were kids. I think about how many obstacles she has overcome. I am so proud of her.
She is one of the kindest people I know. She’s made a huge impact on me, yet I bet she doesn’t even know that.
How many times have I passed up an opportunity to tell someone how much they mean to me?
How many times could we have paid a compliment to someone?
How many times have we passed up smiling at someone?
How many times have we been petty about things that will never matter in the long run?
How many times do we judge others unfairly?
How many times do we worry about things that will probably never happen?
How many times have we said something hateful?
Life is a fragile thing. Perhaps we can slow down and live life more on purpose?
How many times…can we make a difference?