I had a million thoughts racing through my mind as I heard the news, but I couldn’t speak.
I didn’t understand it. I couldn’t believe it.
I’m looking at the hospital ceiling with water in my eyes, unable to move. I’m in complete shock. The news hit me like a head on collision.
Whoever said, “sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me”…lied.
The words tore through my flesh and ripped out my heart and stomped on it with dirty feet.
I take a deep breath and look around the room.
My wife is a complete wreck. My daughter is in disbelief, wishing daddy didn’t look so weak.
I can feel my parents overlooking me with eyes full of pain.
My brother and sister do their best to console me. They tell me it’s going to be OK as they rub my shoulder, but I can tell they don’t believe the words coming out of their mouth.
I don’t either.
I know it will never be OK.
The year is 2087 and my greatest fear has just come true.
I am dying.
The doctors just delivered the news.
But that’s not the saddest part, that’s not the reason for my watery eyes.
The saddest part is I’m dying…and my dreams are still inside me.
That’s when I woke up in a cold sweat.
My room looked the same, but something had changed.
I grab my phone and the date reads March 02, 2015.
I look in the mirror and an unfamiliar face looks back at me.
Same brown eyes, same oddly shaped ears, and same nose.
But something is different.
What seemed so important, yesterday, seems pointless, today.
I look out my window and the sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and the sky is as blue as can be.
As I sip on my morning tea, overlooking the beautiful scenery, I take out my Evernote app and hit delete on the note titled, “To-Do List For March 02, 2015.”
It’s time to take my life in a new direction.
It’s time to take action on the dreams I’ve been putting off for years now.