There is this great journal that encourages it’s author to become braver over the course of a year by recording an act of bravery each day. I highly recommend this collection conceived and compiled by Dian G. Smith and Robie Rogge.
“If my doctor told me I had only six minutes to life, I wouldn’t brood. I’d type a little faster.”
– Isaac Asimov.
With just six minutes, there simply is no way to call everyone you love. My mother, father, three sisters, The Man, my cousins, my best friends, my bunny– it would take much longer than six minutes to tell them all how much of my life was great because of them.
I feel like the ever wise “they” always say people come into your life for a reason, to teach you something, to show you something. I think they do more than that. I was born with an outline of a personality, brain potential, intelligence, emotional disposition. Going through life, that outline began to become colored in, shaded, given depth and character, and edited by the people with whom I’ve come into contact.
My parents and sisters have contributed hugely to the coloring in of Samantha Chan. Friends and family have contributed in varying degrees, as have teachers and professors, boyfriends, bullies, kind strangers on the street, nasty customers while I was working in retail, the residents at the nursing home at which I used to volunteer, and the nice guys who make my breakfast burritos.
Without these people, I wouldn’t have made it as far as I did still believing in love, happiness, companionship, faith, truth, freedom, beauty, and honesty. Hopefully, they feel the same about me.
I don’t want to see anyone cry over me because every chapter comes to an end, eventually. Every great novel has a last page. It will hurt at first, but people might find that I have given enough in the time we shared, to continue to smile, remember the good, have that extra bite of key lime pie, dance while doing the dishes, and bask in the sun just a little longer.
If I had six minutes, I would want to write everything down because everyone I love and who has loved me, should have something to look at, feel, and hold. I would want to be with my family, my baby bunny, and my love.
Also, a nurse would have to fetch me a Boston Cream doughnut posthaste.