How much time do any of us really have? Most of us believe, when we are children in school that the time we have is infinite. Life will go on forever. It’s not until someone you know or respect dies that you realize, there may be a limit as to how much time we have.
My Father died at age 42 and my Mother died at age 44. When I was a boy, my Grandmother always called me EJ (my Father’s name) because we were so alike. We were, the same in appearance and many other ways. Like many young boys and men, it’s an extreme compliment to be referred to as being “Just like your Dad.” However, when you come to believe what they’re saying and then your Father dies at age 42, it may even be logical to think that you’ll also die at the same young age. I did.
So, there was a time up to and including age 42. I thought I would die at that age. I lived.
At age 61 I suffered a heart attack. Because of the paramedics and then the surgeon, I lived.
Now, at age 64 I underwent heart surgery [again]. I lived. [Read more…]