The time that is here may not be tomorrow

Point to Ponder:

“Most important thing though, if you love someone, tell him or her, for you never know what tomorrow may have in store. Remember, tomorrow is promised to no one.” - Walter Payton, one of the top ten American football players of all time.

REFLECTION: from "Never Die Easy", the autobiography of Walter Payton. His final message before he died of liver disease at the age of 45.

Make every day count. Appreciate every moment and take from those moments everything you possibly can, for you may never be able to experience it again. Talk to people you have never talked to before, and actually listen. Let yourself fall in love and set your sights high. Hold your head up because you have a right to. Tell yourself you are a great individual and believe in yourself, for if you don't believe in yourself, it will be hard for others to believe in you. You can make your life anything you wish. I hope my story is at least the example of that. Create your own life and then go out and live it with absolutely no regrets.

Most important thing though, if you love someone, tell him or her, for you never know what tomorrow may have in store. Remember, tomorrow is promised to no one.                                

Story Line: The time that is here may not be tomorrow

This week I lost a good friend and former colleague to liver cancer at a young age. He was a kind, loving and devoted family man. At work he was confident, professional and dedicated company man. He loved his work, family and hosted group Christmas parties in the warmth of his home with his courteous friendly family members. I have many fond memories of our time at work, our travels, our shoot the breeze sessions and practical things that I learnt for him.

In my last visit to hospital with another friend, he recounted some funny moments from our workdays and we all laughed. He asked about our families, work associates and not once talked about his situation that he was fully aware of. His life is an example of what is said in the Reflection section of this article.

Following Indian Song (English translation) beautifully covers the message of the Reflection. Applies to any relationship.

Moment that is here

 

 

 

Comments

[Lee]

life is never an easy task 🙂 fully agreed, read an article from one of the monks, he mentioned that we should live like there is no tomorrow, be thankful everyday. Take care.

[Humble Warrior]

Sound like a good man, my condolunces. This is a good song as well. I believe your friend lived out Waltor's message. A great motto

[Chiaoju]

I will never forget a quote that I read from the book "Tuesdays with Morrie".

Morrie said "Everyday, have a little bird on your shoulder that asks, Is today the day? Am I ready? Am I doing all I need to do? Am I being the person I want to be? Is today the day I die?"

I'll admit, I'm not ready today. And I probably haven't had that bird sitting on my shoulder often enough. And this serves as a good reminder. None of us will be notified when that day may be... Hence, it is important that every step we take in our lives is a step that will not result in regrets later.

Gotta call upon that little bird to be on my shoulder...

Take care and talk to you soon. Send my condolences to his family.

[Tan]

I agree. Life is so vulnerable..

RIP our good friend...

[Basant]

Very nice, touching and true! Do it now, tomorrow is promised to none as it says!

[Levi's]

Thank you for sharing a lovely song.
There is no one that has not experienced this feeling of sadness, loneliness, and anxiety at the loss of a close friend or family member. We are thankful for the memories, which sometimes can seem more vivid in retrospect.

I will only share the well-known poem by the Welsh poet, Dylan Thomas.
It was featured recently in the film "Intersteller".
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gSkIwwdT79E

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

[Gaby]

Beautiful Friday reflection! Thanks so much for all you share with us