Being and BreathingPin

After spending nearly every waking minute with Angel for eight straight days, I knew that I had to tell her just one thing.  So late at night, just before she fell asleep, I whispered it in her ear.  She smiled – the kind of smile that makes me smile back –and she said, “When I’m seventy-five and I think about my life and what it was like to be young, I hope that I can remember this very moment.”

A few seconds later, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.  The room was peaceful – almost silent.  All I could hear was the soft purr of her breathing.  I stayed awake thinking about the time we’d spent together and all the choices in our lives that made this moment possible.  And at some point, I realized that it didn’t matter what we’d done or where we’d gone.  Nor did the future hold any significance.

All that mattered was the serenity of the moment.

Just being with her and breathing with her.

The Moral of the Story:  Our days are made up of fleeting moments. In a split second, these moments are gone. Do not let external pressures or stress keep you from appreciating the little moments that make life beautiful. Every day is a miracle, from the moment you open your eyes in the morning and close your eyes at night.

IN THE MIDST OF SUFFERING

WHEN OUR FEAR TURNS TO

COURAGE AND OUR PRIDE TO 

HUMITITY, WE HAVE BECOME 

MORE WHOLE THAN EVER WE

WERE IN THE BEST OF TIMES.

AND REMEMBER THE SUN WILL

 COME UP AGAIN  IN THE MORNING.

'SO KEEP BELIEVEING! BEAUTIFUL SOUL.