Last week I went fishing with a friend. (One of the things on my list.) When we got back it was late and dark and I went to my car and while in route I stepped in a hole and face planted on the concrete. Knocked me out cold. I woke up hearing a voice saying, "Call 911... I don't think he's breathing." I knew for some reason he was talking about me. Weird thoughts went through my head... "Wow! I am going to die before the 31 days to live is over." Fear came over me and I jumped up and told him I was OK... don't call 911. (I have a fear of needles and did not want to take a chance they would give me a shot.) I stumbled into his house and convinced them to not call 911. I was scratched up and bleeding. Dizzy and very sleepy. After a while we all decided it was best if I stay at there house and sleep it off. The bad thing was having to call Holly in the middle of the night and tell her what happened. I decided to not make a big deal about it. I did not want her to worry and I would give her details in the morning.
Well I am still alive and the wounds are finally starting to heal up. However, It did give me reason to pause. That happened in a flash and the consequences has impacted me for days. It is strange but it truly was a great reminder in the middle of the 31 days to live that things in our lives can change in a split second. The question is... am I making the most out of the other seconds?
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I actually thought you had undergone some plastic surgery improvements at first. My mistake. How about all that concrete? Im sure it was all busted up after the impact. I know a good concrete sub that can replace it.
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