On
any given day, I am reminded of
death
in hundreds of ways: Bones
at
my feet from the fledgling bird
who
had fallen too soon from the nest;
the
raccoon flattened in the middle of
the
road who only made it halfway (He
never
suspected it would end like this,
his
last day turning out to be the best
and
worse beyond raccoon imagining);
those
lost in the tornadic storm who
just
happened to be way that fateful
day.
Life is a perpetual game of
dodge-ball
we play. Take one hit and
that’s
it, you’re out of the game. I, for
one, prefer the hardball analogy where
a
glancing blow from the wild pitch
thrown
allows you to take first base.
It
isn’t over yet. Another chance…
Just
you wait.
Chris
Hanch 3-9-19
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