Sometimes it takes an event that can described as nothing except sorrowful to give you a bold reminder of your mortality.
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| Bruce Edwards |
Following the Tour of Kansas City last summer, the entire Mercy Cycling Team and a few others were planning on a barbeque at the Edwards' house. Unbeknownst to me, I was going to arrive very early and leave before the festivities began. As luck would have it, this would set the stage....
I found myself, on a sweltering summer evening, sitting on Bruce's back porch with him just watching the birds and admiring the view. I don't even remember what we talked about. It wasn't even important as I remember this experience. The thing that really stayed with me is that Bruce gave me something so very precious to all of us; time.
You see, time is the ultimate currency. Everything we work for, everything we buy, every dollar or euro or whatever is ultimately traded with time. No matter how much money you have or no matter how many things you own, you will never recoup the time you gave to earn the money to purchase that new shiny bit. You will never recoup the time it took for you to drive that hour to and from work every day and that extra hour of overtime can never be re-allocated to spend with those you love. And that time, is very limited. It's the same for rich and poor, man and woman, black or white. The clock always ticks.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
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| the view from the back porch |
