"HANDLE WITH CARE"

[Letha Robinson]

Fragile: I JUST WANTED TO SHARE THIS ARTICLE. ENJOY!

I once clipped a strange story from the newspaper. It was about a man named Jose Estrada who drove to a popular trail where he like to jog. While Estrada was running, another man on the same trail collapsed and died of a heart attack. The victim was taken to a nearby hospital where authorities found a car key in his pocket, but no identification. Assuming they'd find the name of the man in his automobile registration papers, they brought the key back to a parking lot near the jogging trail and tried it in the doors of every General Motors vehicle until they found a match. 

Now, here's where the story gets strange. The key opened the door of Estrada's pickup truck. They found his papers and notified his wife of his untimely death. They asked her to come to the hospital and identify the body of her husband.

And here is where the story gets stranger still. Mrs. Estrada saw the body on the table with a tube snaking from his mouth, his eyes taped shut and wearing jogging clothing much like her husband wore. In her distraught condition she assumed the body belonged to Jose and signed the death certificate.
    
Meanwhile, Jose Estrada finished running, drove back home and promptly learned from a friend, who was more than stunned to encounter him in the flesh, that he was supposed to be dead. He immediately sped to the hospital and strode, as big as life, into the waiting room. His startled wife fell into his arms laughing and crying. The only thing she managed to spurt out was, “Jose, if you ever die on me again, I'll kill you myself.”
    
I wonder what thoughts first surfaced after she received the news about Jose's death. Did she try to recall her last moments with him? Did she try to remember if she told him she loved him that morning? Was there an argument? Were there regrets?

I wonder if she ever thought of Jose as a gift to her...an undeserved life companion. Or was he more of a problem to be solved, like an unfinished project? Or maybe he was just there, a reliable presence in her life that could be taken for granted as fully as the sunrise every morning.

How fragile life can be. After all, he was dead and then he was alive...he was lost and then he was found. And all in a single day. 

I suspect that, if life came in a package, it would arrive in a box labeled, “Fragile: Handle with Care.” It is delicate and can be damaged in a moment. And I also suspect that, if life came in a package, it would arrive as a gift. It is undeserved and priceless. Which of us earned it and who could ever afford it?

I would do well to remember these things, even for just a moment every day. Life is a fragile and awesome gift. And the people in it are gifts, too. Somehow, that alone makes every day one I can embrace and treat as it deserves.

– Steve Goodier

[Aggie]

Thank you!

[Letha Robinson]

You're welcome!

[TeeBubbaDee]

Life is a gift every day Letha. Just ask my wife and I, who were both diagnosed with cancer, within 10 months of each other. She was a very aggressive soft tissue sarcoma, and 10 moths later I was rectal cancer. (I tell people we like to share) Anyway, I just passed my 10 year mark, and she is coming up on 11 years in a couple of months. 

Peace. Love, and Monster Hugs!!

[Letha Robinson]

I'm sorry to hear about the cancer with you and your wife, but very happy to hear that you are beating the odds. Which goes to prove, if God is not ready for you...you're not going anywhere. God bless you both. Life is a wonderful thing! Be safe and happy...and continue to fight the battle....Peace, Love and many blessings! Have a Happy New Year!

[TeeBubbaDee]

That's the plan Letha. Hope you have a Happy New Year too!

[Letha Robinson]

Thank you, very much!