So…I almost died the other night.

At around 3:15 a.m. I went from a hard sleep to waking up gasping for air. I immediately jumped out of bed…and realized that something was lodged in my throat.

My bathroom is literally 3 steps away so I ran to the toliet to try and throw up…I couldn’t. I was trying so hard to either get it out or get it to go down. Nothing worked. I was in panic mode…I started slamming my back against a wall to try and dislodge it from my esophagus…over and over I threw myself on the wall…nothing. I could feel my body starting to shut down.

Then… something happened. If you’re religious you may understand…if you aren’t…you probably won’t…but…at that moment…as I was on the verge of blacking out…I felt…calm. It was like God had put his hand on my shoulder and was letting me know it was going to be ok. I remember thinking…”please watch over my babies”…then…just like that…I felt it break loose from my throat and go back down.

Immediately my lungs felt like they were on fire as I sucked in the sweetest air I’d ever tasted. My chest expanded to let as much air in as it could…and I had to steady myself with my hand on the wall so I wouldn’t fall over. I remember standing there for a long time trying to comprehend what had just happened.

Finally…I sat down staring at my bed…I was afraid to lay back down…my mind thinking that it could happen again. I think most of us have dreams of dying from old age or going out in some heroic fashion…but…for me to die from choking on regurgitated pizza that I had scarfed down right before I went to sleep… wasn’t something I’d ever thought possible.

But…I digress. My near fatal finale at the hands of a late night snack isn’t what this post is about. It’s about time…or more specifically…what we do with it.

There are 86,400 seconds in a day. As I was choking… I’m sure it was only for a couple of minutes at most…but…to me it felt like an eternity. And afterwards…as I sat there thinking about my life and how it could have been over…on some random night in March…it made me think about things.

I’ve read that time is the most precious thing we have. We are only allowed so much of it. What we do with our time is completely up to us…and when we choose to share our most prized possession with others…then they should be grateful. Likewise, when someone shares their time with us…we should be appreciative of them.

We think about people that we want to be with…and if they want to be with you…they will share their time with you. If someone can only give you 5 minutes of their day…then obviously you aren’t that important to them.

That’s why…as I sat there… thinking about my life…about my time…I decided that I wasn’t going to waste my life or my time with anyone that doesn’t appreciate me. Additionally…I made a promise that I would try and let other people know just how much I appreciate them.

Some of my friends have wondered why I’ve been acting… different…posting quotes and telling them how much I appreciated them…and I admit…I kinda found it humorous to have them tell me to stop acting weird…but…I felt the need to tell them…to let them know that I like having them in my life.

Time, for all of us, is limited. From the moment we are conceived…the number of seconds we have starts going down. It’s up to each and every one of us to make them all count.

Oh…and before I forget.. I appreciate each and everyone of you that reads this… even if we don’t know each other and will never meet…I appreciate you taking the time to read this and letting me share this story (and picture) with you.

So…now…do I go grab a snack…or do I just go to bed? 🤔😁


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