Three years ago, I woke up in Centennial Hospital having watched the fireworks through the window of my hospital room after my second heart attack in two weeks.
Today I woke up still trying to shake off the last two weeks…the first half sick with something that seems to have morphed into a flu that I wouldn’t wish (well may be true) on the worst of my enemies.
Not exactly how I hoped for either year to start…but the key phrase – I woke up.
I promised to live fuller after the heart attacks…and I have; not as profoundly as I want at times, but I am trying.
I also decided to leave bigotry, hate and intolerance out of my life…not just from me, but from neighbors, friends and family. This has forced me to walk away from some…expose my feelings uncomfortably and publicly at times; but I will no longer accept that “it is just who they are” or ignore words and intentions. I realized that I was complicit by acceptance. I have enjoyed the peace that comes from that…I recommend it.
And today I woke up with the same goal I have each day.
To be better than yesterday; through experience, new knowledge, understanding or just with a needed nap. I will try to make an impact even if it is a smile, a wave…a kind word.
I cannot erase the hurt I may have caused before today…but, I can work to minimize any further pain that results from my actions, or worse – inactions.
Because like I said…I woke up.
Topwater Moon 