I am sitting on the couch, Dave is out for the evening and Fenway is snoring on "dad's" chair. I was half-listening to TV and scrolling through some news sources on my phone. One post caught my eye and I opened it. Apparently there was a singer on America's Got Talent the other night that really stood out. I clicked on the video to watch and then grabbed the kleenex.
This young woman is a three-time cancer surviror and now her cancer is back and giver her only a two percent chance of survival. Two percent. She sang an original song.....and after the judges comments (all positive) she said "You can't wait until life isn't hard anymore before you decide to be happy."
And I lost it......how dare I feel "down" when my back aches, or my acid reflux is acting up. How dare I fret about having to have knee replacement within a couple years. How dare I feel bitchy when my sewing maching needle breaks, how dare I fret over a bad night's sleep. I don't know how old this young woman is, but she is far younger than my 74 years.
Two percent....I can only hope that I remember her words and that every moment of whatever time she has left is a moment she will enjoy. Two percent.....
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