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A Recurring Lesson ã Dr. Gary D. Lemmons, March 21, 2006 |
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Over the past five days, I have said good-bye to two very good friends. Tom, who, along with his wife Carol, I have known for some 32 years, since I first came to Georgia, succumbed to illness, and I attended his memorial service on Saturday. Bobbie, I had known almost as long, and Debbie and I had shared a close friendship over the past decade or so with her and her husband, Tommy. Bobbie passed after suffering an unexpected stroke and was buried on Monday afternoon. Once, again, I am reminded of a lesson that all of us learn early on in our lives. Then, we seem to forget it until tragedy occurs and we learn it again. Still we forget, and we are reminded still another time, and another, and another. The lesson is this: We have no guarantee of another day or even another hour of life. We are poised precariously upon the ledge of eternity, and we have no wisdom as to when or how soon we will step off into that undiscovered country from whose boundaries no traveler returns. With this knowledge, we should, at every instant of a well-spent life, make sure that we have done three things:
I, highly, resolve that I am going to try to remember this lesson better than I ever have before. Sadly, I know that if life remains with me, I will have to relearn it again, but I am going to try to do better. I hope you will too! |