Last year, around this time, I was laid up in the VA hospital. A nagging cough had become worrisome to my doctors. Oxygen saturation dipped dangerously into the 70’s. Once I started to cough, I simply could not quit.
I had been tossing around the idea of a book. I have had some unique experiences over the years and had always thought I would write a book. I never found the time.
As I lay in that dank, lonley hoispiatl room, I had a ot of time to think. I began researching my condition. I looked at sites sponsored by Web MD, The Mayo Clinic, etc. The more I read, the more I was convinced this was no ordinary disease. I could actually die from this disease. If it’s lung cancer, I could have a couple months to live. I really began whipping myself into a frenzy.
It’s not that I really thought I would die. It’s that I knew I could.
As I lay there watching crap on local television stations I realized this was the time. I had lots of time. Time to write my book. So that’s what I did. I opened my computer and began typing. I’m happy to say my first book is nearly completed.
What motivated me to start my book? The threat of lung cancer? A heavenly vision? A swift kick?
No. Simply, the realization that today is the only day we are guaranteed. At least this moment of this day.
In the words of Alexandra Bracken, “Let’s carpe the hell out of this diem!”