Staring Death in the Eye
Staring Death in the Eye It started suddenly, all at once. I would have to catch myself or fall over. Still not knowing what that’s all about, I looked death in the eye. “What rare old age disease wants to take me out?” I was bemused at my calmness, Intrigued by my acceptance of my eventual, yet inevitable demise. But mostly, I was reminded how precious each moment is. How many moments I have wasted! The still small voice spoke, “Every moment and every thing is perfect. You made no mistakes that... Sign in to see full entry.