I went into hospital today and in a sudden twist of fate the old man that seemed to be recovering so well had a turn for the worst, with blood pressure and his haemoglobin count dropping by more than half in the past 24 hours. his belly, was large and bloated, and i knew with a sickness in me that this guy was bleeding. bleeding somewhere into the spaces of his abdominal cavity. and as we tried our best to help him, he looked at me, saying that he can't go on anymore: the stroke, the pneuomonia, the spinal infarct which made him paraplegic, and now this. and in his delirium he held my hand and told me he didn't know what to expect after life, and as he searched my eyes for an answer he wished that he hadn't wasted so much time while he was still well and alive.
But what is it about life that makes us takes things for granted? In Thornton Wilder's Our Town, Emily cries out in Act III, "I can't. I can't go on. It goes too fast. We don't have time to look at one another. I didn't realize. So all that was going on and we never noticed." Piano practice. Breakfast. Clutter. School. Work. Answering machines. Unfinished projects. Unspoken fears. Unmet expectations. Pain and beauty, the extraordinary and the commonplace. Life. And no one really notices. The rhythms and grace notes that underscore everyday life grow too subtle, pass unmarked, end uncelebrated.
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Dr.Imi, I will never forget you!
I will miss you..
btw, congratulations!
you really deserve the 1st place.,
thanks for everything!
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7 wins/0 losses.
You have more karma then I do; ive played 45 games.
Congratulations, Goodbye
I will miss you..
btw, congratulations!
you really deserve the 1st place.,
thanks for everything!