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In the Blink of an EyeApr 19 '04 Write an essay on this topic.
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In the blink of an eye, it’s over. No second chances. No one asks you if you’re ready to go or not. You don’t have an extra few hours to sort out that “junk drawer” that you’ve been meaning to for the past year or so. No extra time to throw out those old bank statements, telephone bills and receipts from down at the corner grocery store. Not even an extra minute to call that special son, cousin, friend or former teacher to tell them what a difference they made in your life. No time to sort out those old clothes in your closet and bureau to donate to the local church or Salvation Army. The reality is that if you leave a sink full of dishes or a mess in your house and quietly say to yourself, “Well, no one will see this but me anyway” think again. You may not ever get that extra afternoon to do your chores at your own leisure. When you really think about it, life is such a gamble. It’s an endless sea of circumstance. Who knew that after a night of playing cowboys and Indians with your grandchild, you would never wake the next morning? To everyone’s surprise, two holsters are attached to your belt. Everyone present at your bedside after your death has a little smirk on his or her face imagining you pretending to be Billy the Kid. Who would have known? As you lay there dead or perhaps in a comatose state, those dirty dishes lay in your sink still. Those clothes you shoved behind your living room chair so no one would see them still lay there. Those important papers for insurance’s, burial plots and other securities still lie in that torn Wal-Mart bag behind the box of old trophies and memorabilia in the closet down the hall. No one ever stops to think about the reality of this happening to them, but whether they know it or not, every one of us will be affected by this very sort of thing at one time or another. Whether we choose to be prepared is totally up to the individual. I once had a teacher in high school that told us, “Be prepared! For you never know when the end will come.” He went on to say that when you get older you have to make certain decisions in life that can either make or break you but, the best decision in life, no matter what, is the one to always be prepared. You never know when that tornado might hit or that fatal, tragic car accident may happen. If things aren’t in their place, and you haven’t been prepared, you or the one’s you love will pay for it in the long run. I’d truly like to be the one who’s prepared. So much so that at times the thought consumes me and I become obsessed with the “what if…” theory. Maybe if I put off organizing my life, I will live forever. For surely, there is much to be done and God knows I haven’t accomplished all my goals yet. I know I’m fooling myself and time waits for no one, but what happens when I become one who is “fully” prepared? Will my time here on earth be through? How could this be? I haven’t made a change for the better towards humanity yet. My name will not be remembered forever. All the money I’ve made means nothing now and my possessions have been sorted, sold, or held onto by few for remembrance of me, for at least a generation or two. In my moment of solace I realize that the time I gave the homeless man a combo meal means more than that time my lawyer told me I won that case. How I wished I could have shared more combo meals in my lifetime. Life is so confusing. I have been an onlooker at the end of an “unprepared” mans life. I have seen outstanding debt that was going to be paid off later when that ship rolled in. Dirty dishes that were going to be washed in the morning, old utility bills never discarded, old lottery tickets left unchecked, boxes of stuff left unpacked from last years move, clothes unwashed, checks not cashed, thoughts and feeling gone unsaid. Among the endless heap of papers, which most were of unimportance, lay a greeting card asking for forgiveness. What was he sorry for? And to whom was this sorrow meant? Had that person already forgiven him? The world will never know for sure.  |
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