The Glory Shuttle was back this morning.
What the heck is the Glory Shuttle, you ask?
Well, the Glory Shuttle is a tripped out van that transports individuals who require non emergency medical transport.
I also happen to know that the Glory Shuttle is in the business of transporting the dearly departed.
I know this because I've often seen Glory Shuttle personnel loading sheet shrouded stretchers into the back of their tripped out van.
Living near a retirement/rehabilitation center, I see the Glory Shuttle more often than most people.
This morning, when I saw the Glory Shuttle loading yet another, presumably deceased preson, I couldn't help but wonder if many would even notice if I weren't here any longer.
The sad thing is, I don't think most people would even know of my death until long after the Glory Shuttle had come to haul my dead ass away.
Except for my immediate family, it would be weeks, possibly months before anyone else might notice I was missing.
Doesn't this seem a bit odd?
Think about it.
Some of you who read my blog are dear friends and beloved family members.
If I died today, right now, sitting here at my little Dell, how long would it be before you even learned of my passing?
Assuming my grieving husband did not call you to inform you of my death, how many days would pass before you wondered about me?
Now, I'm not writing this to shame anyone, or to manipulate more phone calls or e-mails from any of you. That's not the point here at all.
In fact, I'm not even sure there is a point.
Oh, who am I kidding? There most certainly is a point.
And that point is this:
Don't let the people you meet, slip through your fingers and through your life unnoticed, or unacknowledged.
Love them. Love them all.
Tell them you love them.
Do it often, over and over.
Don't do it because you want lots of people crying when the Glory Shuttle comes for you.
Do it because you were made for love. Do it because it is your divine destiny to love. Do it to honor your God, who IS love.
Don't think about it.
Just do it.
Saturday, August 26, 2006
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