Seeing the Value of Life from a Hospital Bed
We’ve heard tons of people throughout my life say different variations of the mantra “Live every day like it’s your last.”
Confession: That saying has always seemed like such a trite statement, I never really took the time to sit down and really think about the concept behind it.
Until a couple weeks ago when I was transported to the hospital via ambulance and was lying in the bed, listening to the doctor’a tell me that there was something wrong with my heart.
I’ve never had any problems with my heart growing up — even with all the physical activities I’ve been a part of, like football, basketball, weightlifting, etc.
However that was before I weighed around 370 lbs.
I won’t bore you with my life’s weight history, although I’ve always been a big guy. Part of it is because of my Polynesian genes, while most of it, admittedly, has always had to do with my eating habits.
I can say that I’m not so romantic with myself to render me unable to see and to admit that my weight is very likely to be a big factor in what happened to me. But that doesn’t change what happened.
Long story shorter, since that day in the hospital on June 22, 2017, mine eyes and heart have been opened to the reality that
Since then, the thought of how meaningful my life has been, and more importantly IS NOW, has run through my mind so steadily that you could say my perception about and determination for my life is such that I’ve begun to look at my life and, literally day by day, ask myself how I’m going to make TODAY meaningful. I ask myself, what value am I going to bring today? If I’m not bringing value to people, including but not limited to my own wife and kids, my life as that day was not as meaningful as it could have been. (A concept similar to what I’ve been hearing Gary Vaynerchuk saying for the past…every day)
You could say I’m living my life…(okay I won’t)