Out here, my time reads a minute before 1pm…So in just a few
seconds it would be 1pm. Time is always moving, and as the common adage goes,
it waits for no one. But it certainly has proved to be a rewarder of hard work.
It’s a Sunday afternoon and I’m stretched in bed hoping to
finish a chapter of this book I’ve been reading “Managing Health Professionals”
by Micheal Nelson. So far it’s been a
good read. I just hope I retain the deluge of new information and concepts I’m
encountering for my forthcoming board exams.
As I lay here I am reflecting through the years behind, how I
made it through at college many miles away from family, alone in a strange land
up until graduation. His grace must have been with me. I am much thankful. Life
for me these days has taken a more laid back approach. While I still strive to
maintain consistence at achieving my goals, I try not to fuss over things I have
little or no control over. For truly I’ve been blessed, and I am grateful.
My Amee’s gone, and so her parents. My uncle Emmanuel was
here but also is gone too. So it’s just back to same old me trying to exude all
of my survival strategies that have sustained me the past years. But now it
feels a lot better and easier, for they didn’t leave me empty. I’ve been left
with memories of love and acts of kindness by these ones and the countless many others who He again and again chooses to send my way. And now I know truly for a fact that I am not alone.
Out here, the time once again has moved to 1:13pm. But these memories still stay, as I am sure they always will, certain
without a doubt that I've been truly blessed.
And for these I give gratitude.
