Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Our fragile lives. Tuesday, June 29, 2010.

“Guard your fragile life carefully. Only God can shape a flower, but any foolish child can pull it to pieces.” - Og Mandino

A friend of mine recently found a two-week-old kitten in her dog’s jaws. She rescued the kitten and has been nursing him back to life. She brings the kitten to work with her, hiding him inside her sweater, to keep him warm. She feeds him with a tiny bottle.

My friend has no plans to keep the kitten – she says she already has enough cats – and she’s resigned to the fact that he may not survive. But every day he gets stronger and more curious. According to the vet, he’s gained two ounces. He’s a little fighter.

Human babies are fighters too. And so are children and so are adults. Because when you reflect on it, it’s kind of a miracle we’re alive. So much can go wrong.

People think the media is full of bad news. What they fail to realize that the reason things become “news” is that they are unusual. Imagine if the newspaper printed a story about every baby that did not choke, every child that did not fall down the stairs, every woman who made it to and from work without dying in a car accident, every man that did not have a heart attack. Every day’s newspaper would be 10,000 pages long.

Our lives are so fragile that a tiny blood clot can kill us. Dangers lurk around every corner. People die in freak accidents every day. Yet everyone who is reading this has survived until now. Some of us have survived despite our best efforts NOT to. That’s where things get weird, because for every completed suicide, there are 20 attempts.

So if our lives are so fragile, why is it so hard to die on purpose? It must be by design. Whether it’s God, or the Universe, or our Higher Power, maybe we simply aren’t meant to die until our time is up.

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