Justin, my godson, fell 18 feet from a crane on Wednesday. This morning, Saturday, he sleeps in his bed. Justin's time had not come.
When I was in my 20s, I worked nights at the newspaper. I headed home one night and a teenager ran a red light and T-boned me. The car door flew open and I came out of the car. (Before the seatbelt law.) The car was not drivable. I did not have a scratch on me. My glasses came off, but they were not broken. My time had not come that night.
Over the years, other near misses occurred. Through naivey, stupidity, my nature, I placed myself in positions which could have ended in loss of my life. I choose to believe I am not gone yet for a reason. Will I know that reason? Perhaps at the moment of death I will.
I miss you, Dude.
Later.
You are still here because people NEED you to be here. When your time comes, you will know all things. Have a blessed day and Happy Easter!
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