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Yesterday, a teacher in one of my classes told of a young faculty member who had died a couple of years ago and the impact it had had on her life. For the first time she realized that this was the only second we have. It caused her to communicate her love more fully to her eighty-nine year old Mother. It made her aware of the gift of air and light.
I wonder, without anyone else needing to die, if we can come to see every second as the gift it is?
A friend recently sent me a picture of a dog saved from a burning house by a fireman, previously unknown to the dog. The dog sat quietly after rescue for half an hour, about fifty feet from where the firemen finally chose to sit and rest. The dog raced over and kissed (think licked) him on the nose.
I wonder what that says about the ability of animals to feel? Think? Remember?
A few nights ago I saw a story about an Air Force pilot from WWII whose body was found after being missing for sixty-four years.
I wonder why death sometimes seems to produce more fear and sadness than gratitude for life?
