Has anyone ever brought up the hypothetical “which of your kids would you save” question to you? The story is something like: the box of diapers you are bringing home from Target has a ticking bomb in it and you only have time to remove one of your car seat-buckled children. Who would it be?We need to read this and watch this, by the way, since we are thinking this way.
My friend posed this question to me in normal conversation and my immediate, visceral response was to begin crying. I hadn’t even begun to process the question before the following piece came to mind, a bit of the story “Valentine’s Day” by Kevin Kling.
In this life a person gets his allotment: a lot of circus motifs, a few hot rods, a couple of ballerinas, but precious few that say, “Be My Valentine.” Luckily, I’ve been blessed with love anew, and I count the seconds with her as treasures.
I recently read an article in the paper about an elderly couple in Chicago. The woman was crossing some train tracks, and her heel became lodged in the rail. Her husband rushed to her aid, yet despite their attempts, the shoe and the foot would not pull free. As a train approached, and it was apparent he would not be able to free her in time, the husband kissed his wife goodbye, and then held her as the train passed over them both.
There were speculations as to the man’s reason for holding on. Some said he could not bear to live without his wife, some said he wanted to join her in eternity. But I feel he was thinking, “One more second, just one more second.”
Love is love is love.Today I am in love. Today I count my seconds slowly.I am so lucky.
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