What We Leave Behind
It suddenly came back to me. I hadn't
thought about him recently, but there he
was.
Memories are triggered sometimes by
subtle changes in your life. We get
stuck in routines and patterns that
keep us going, but often times get
us nowhere. Like walking in a circle.
I heard someone say the words "the
circle of life" and there he was again.
I might have missed this life-changing
moment had it not been for the accident
I came upon that day. That would also
mean that I never would have met Jack.
It was on a back road near where I live.
As I came around the corner, I saw the
lights of emergency vehicles ahead.
Off to one side was an over turned car
partially blocking one lane of the narrow
country road. I knew there would be no
getting around this, nor turning back.
Several more police cars came in behind
me now blocking my retreat.
I felt uneasy just sitting there listening to
my radio, so I got out of the car and walked
toward the accident.
I stood with a small crowd, a collection of
other drivers and neighbors who were drawn
to the scene.
"I can't figure how this happened," one person
said. "It's daylight. I would figure at night
he would have simply missed the curve.
I was about to ask if the driver was injured,
when suddenly a stretcher appeared from the
other side. A blanket completely covered
a body indicating there was nothing more
that could be done.
"I hope he had his life in order," one person
said.
"Do we ever?" another replied. "I wonder
what he leaves behind?"
There was silence as we all seemed to
think about what we would leave behind
had that been our fate.
That's when Jack spoke up.
"If all you've ever accomplished in life was
a collection of things, then you really leave
nothing at all," he said.
One woman began a brief discussion about
how important she thought "things" were in
life adding, "I hope to leave my valuables
for my children to remember me by," She then
walked back to her car.
Jack shook his head in disagreement.
I knew there was a greater reason for me to be
here. I now attribute this moment to a major
change in my own life. It was all based on
what Jack said next.
"What we take and what we leave all depends on
what we give."
As the group began to disperse I stayed back for a
few minutes to speak with Jack. I knew he had
a lot to offer and I was now convinced this was no
chance meeting.
We spoke for awhile and watched until the car
was up righted and towed away
"It was a pleasure meeting you, my friend, I do
wish it was under different circumstances," I said.
"It couldn't have been. It was meant to be," he said.
"Do you live nearby?" I asked.
His response struck me as odd.
"Close enough that we will meet again," he said.
He then began to walk away disappearing around
the corner further down the road.
We never did meet again, but every once in awhile
I think of him.
It was because of him that I began to see life as
a family style meal. You know, when plates
and bowls are passed around the table usually
with enough for everyone in attendance. Guests
usually bring something of their own to add to
the meal.
Life is like that. When you participate each day
you bring something to the table. When
a bowl is passed to you, never empty it, so that
others after you can share in the bounty.
While some take all they can without concern for
others, I have learned that, in the long run, by
leaving some behind I end up with more than
I can consume.
"What we take and what we leave all depends on
what we give."
"I wish you enough!"
J
~ Bob Perks ~
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[ by: Bob Perks
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