Life is Precious

16 03 2012

It’s been a rough few days. On Wednesday morning, I found out that a colleague at work who I have know for nearly 10 years was brutally murdered over this past weekend. The details of the crime are unimaginable – something you might hear on the news but never expect to actually deal with on a personal level. It was a senseless and tragic act. I’ve spent the last few days trying to wrap my head around it but honestly it can’t be done because it just doesn’t make any sense. It’s never going to make any sense.

This was someone who spent many hours of his life advocating for abused and neglected children. He was a good person with a big heart. He was kind. He sometimes had a rough exterior but he really cared about people and he clearly cared about his coworkers. Those who knew him quickly figured out how good of a person he was. He was diligent and a hard worker. He was such an important strand in the fabric of his community.

I think of how much the world misses out when someone of his caliber leaves too soon. It makes me reflect on how the little things we do everyday matter so much. How those small things vibrate out beyond us. Whether they be positive or negative, they effect all who come in contact with them.  How we often fail to realize the indelible mark we leave on all who come to know us.

It makes me think of how precious life is. How we should cherish it more. How we need to recognize the flame that burns in others and honor it while they are still alive. It makes me think of how we need to recognize the flame burning within us and learn to stoke it so that we can get the most out of our time here. How we have to take better care of ourselves so that we can accomplish the things that we are meant to in the little time that we have.

It makes me think of how important it is to tell the people in our lives that we care about them and that we are there for them. Maybe that is part of the good that comes out of this horrible, horrible tragedy. Maybe sometime we get too complacent. Something like this happens and we are reminded of how fragile and precious this life is. We are reminded that everyday, every hour, every minute is a gift. How every breath is an opportunity. A chance to do something positive for someone in need. A chance to plant the seeds for the type of world we want to have, for the type of society that we need to become.


Peace, my heart, let the time for
the parting be sweet.
Let it not be a death but completeness.
Let love melt into memory and pain
into songs.
Let the flight through the sky end
in the folding of the wings over the
nest.
Let the last touch of your hands be
gentle like the flower of the night.
Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a
moment, and say your last words in
silence.
I bow to you and hold up my lamp
to light you on your way.
– Rabindranath Tagore



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23 03 2012
lindareinhart

I’m really sorry for the loss of your friend, Johnny.

23 03 2012
johnnygee77

Thanks so much

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