The Price for a Day of My Life (Updated post from 3/18/16)

 

"This is the beginning of a new day.

I can waste it or use it for good.

What I do today is important

because I am exchanging a day of my life for it.

When tomorrow comes, this day will be gone forever,

leaving in its place something I have traded for it.

I want it to be a gain, not a loss;

good, not evil;

success, not failure —

in order that I shall not regret the price, I paid for it today."

-- author unknown

I heard from an old friend today, someone I thought lost to time, and to me.  Inasmuch as everyone, including myself, has issues with the evils of social media, today was a good day for Facebook.  Today was a good day for me, and a good day, I think, for my long-lost friend.  

I tried to remember how long it had been.  40... 43 years?  The gray matter, upstairs, starts to play tricks with your memory at 62, as do the eyes, and the heart.  You remember things best left forgotten, like failed marriages and misery, and forget those things you want to remember, like where you put your glasses.  Some of the good things thankfully, never fade; count the faces of good friends and the love of youth, among them.  As you get older you learn happiness is the only true success in life, and you strive to be happy always and in all things.

I saw in her face the hard life she spoke of, and, beneath time, I saw the teenage girl I once knew.  I heard in her words about family and friends, and loneliness only the mature of us can truly understand.  We had moments of happy memories, some smiles, and laughter, and I actually found a tear, but just briefly.  This was another moment, a lost but not forgotten moment, of "joy" in my life.

She and I will continue to connect regularly, I hope.  We will speak more of loves lost and found, of friends here and gone, of time remembered and not.  There will be laughter and, I'm certain, more tears.  There are times as you get older when you find moments that mark the beginning of a new day.  Today was that kind of day.  It was important, and I didn't waste it.  When tomorrow comes, I will hold onto the memory of this day.  This day may pass, but the memory of it shall live on.  I have traded this day for a new memory of something lost, long ago... and an old friend.  This is a good thing, a success in life, of happiness, and I will never regret the price I paid for it.  This was definitely a good day.

We let friends slip away.  Sometimes it happens without us even realizing it.  Sometimes we cause it, make an issue of it, causing a rift full of anger and hurt.  Too often, we can find ourselves alone, with a good part of our lives missing, and apologies buried in a "pride" that hasn't served us well.  This is not a good thing.

Cherish your friends always, this coming from a quasi-loner.  But, you learn to be tolerant and forgiving.  You learn to remember the good times, as well as the bad, the people still with us and those that have passed, the loves, the loves lost, and the loves unrequited, the laughter and tears.  These are the memories we may have to fight for as we age, so cherish them while you still can and hold onto them for as long as life lets you.  Tomorrow is more assured, as we get older, to never come.  One more day, Lord.  I just ask for one more day.

They say you can't go back home again, and this is true, for the most part.  When we leave we grow in ways those who stayed don't experience.  Some of us experience the world, and others experience a small part of it.  At the end of our journey, when we try to go back, we see the home in a different light.  We return to find the lights on and nobody home.  Compared to where we've been it is unfulfilling and dull.  Home becomes the happy memories you go back to, in your mind, while you still can.

If you haven't said "I love you" to your friends today, what will you do tomorrow when they've gone?  What price are you willing to pay for a day of your life?  How about a precious moment, or a few kind words?  My boring days are becoming expensive.  

I love it.

Editor's Note

(Re: disclaimer cum "get out of jail free" card)

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We all fall from grace, some more often than others; it is part of being human. God's test for us is what we learn from the experience, and what we do afterward.

Pastor Tony spent 22 years with the United States Air Force Intelligence as a planner, analyst, briefer, instructor, and, finally, a senior manager. He spent 17 years, following his service career, working with the premier, world-renowned, Western Institutional Review Board helping to protect the rights of human subjects involved in pharmaceutical research.

Ordained 1n 2013 as an "interfaith" minister, he founded the Congregation for Religious Tolerance in response to intolerance shown by Christians toward peaceful Islam. As the weapon for his war on intolerance he chose the pen, and wages his "battle" in the guise of the Congregation's official online blog, The Path, of which he is both author and editor. "The Path" offers a vehicle for commentary and guidance concerning one's own personal, spiritual, path toward peace and the final destination for us all. He currently resides in Pass Christian, Mississippi, where he volunteered as the lead chaplain at a regional medical center.

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