Tonight a friend, Brett is getting a liver. An eight hour operation. Hard to believe. I take my liver for granted. I take life for granted. It always seems to be there.....even though I know one day it won't.
What would we give for a day? One day. One 24 hour day. What is the value. Isn't it time to stop taking these days begrudgingly and start taking them and giving thanks?
I am on the 8:45 train home from DC. I had dinner with Quig @ Verenda. He had the lamb shank and I had the filet. It was pouring rain. We both arrived soaked to the bone. We talked...really he listened. I am thankful for him. I love him. He is a good man, a good friend, a believer and yes that believer part makes a difference. It gives us a bond, a common truth that is not shaken.
It's a crowded train. a different crowd then the 9-5er's. A working crowd. A smiling crowd. It is a good crowd. A crowd of people that are living life and enjoying today. What would you give for a day?
What is it worth