I just received a phone call from my 24 year old son, who told me that his friend just updated his facebook page and he says that he has 3 days to live. Nine months ago he was coaching and playing soccer. He had finished college and had a promising life ahead of him. Nine months ago he was diagnosed with brain cancer and it was terrible news. Today, he is facing the end of his short life. I am so heavy with sadness as I write this. A life cut so short. A good human being. His name is Brian. Please pray for him and his family. Thank you.
Yesterday, Matt and I hiked a total of 8 miles to a beautiful 300 foot waterfall. It was worth the work it took to get there. We swam in our clothes in the pool under the waterfall and it was so peaceful and serene there in the jungle. I look at my life and I am so thankful for everything I have. I think about the phone call from Caleb today and I feel terrible and selfish inside. I feel heavy with this news and I can't seem to get past it. I have always been fascinated and tormented with death. Today I feel tormented. A young man with so much promise is losing his battle. It doesn't seem fair, but I have to remember that life isn't fair. I must move on from this darkness or it will overcome me in a place where blue oceans and beautiful flowers abound.
Today as you run or do whatever you do to get away and be alone, reflect if you will, on the blessings that life is to us. Life is a terminal disease. Live it. Enjoy every moment for tomorrow isn't promised. Run with joy and lightness of step. Kiss or hug someone today. Smile! If you do nothing else today, please be thankful for the life that you have. It could be gone tomorrow.