When I got off work today, I made a little trip to the grocery store. As I was walking down the aisles making my usual “in and out” dash, I noticed a slight haze in the air around me. Time seemed to slow down, and I took careful notice of the faces around me. To my right, was the young 18 year old girl that we had just processed that was involved in a fatal accident the day before. Her jaw was still twisted and open, and her eyes, slightly shut with that last look of surprise on her face. Behind me was the three year old rear passenger of another fatal accident, where the members of both vehicles were killed. The girl was ejected and killed immediately, all because the other driver was drunk and trying to get to a Ravens football game. To my left, was the young lady who was shot to death when she got into an argument with the boyfriend of her ex. She still had the holes in her head. It took all of my power to shake those images off, to just get them out of my head. But they haunted me. It was then that I realized that we waste far too much time on the things that don’t matter. If we just took time to slow down, to not keep up with the latest FB post, to not worry about partying every night, to just appreciate….life. Not just our own, but others. If we could just slow down….maybe more of us would wake up.


One thought on “Awakening

  1. Yes indeed! People must slow down to live. They are rushing their lives away. I still remind myself when I am trying to be three places at one time, I am only one person, and I will be where I need to be when I get there.
    Thanks for the opportunity to post a comment. Peace and Blessings to you!


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