The Secret to Life
Life. Oh how we take her for granted as we travel her road, rushing from point A to point B and beyond. We don’t have time to think about the alternative in our busy lives. We are invincible, and in our youth believe we will live forever.
In the past few years, my health turned nasty. It took a sideways slide and I’ve been skidding ever since. Well I met Mr. D, apparently a few times, and I believe I’ve stumbled upon a secret I don’t think everyone knows. Death doesn’t like a fighter. He hates to get his nose bloodied. Let me invite you into a conversation I had with the old gentleman, on more than one occasion. Here are two different scenarios.
Death: Okay, Mabel. Let’s go. Your time is up. You’ve been lying here in a pool of sweat for days now, so you come with me. It’s your time to go.
Mabel: Oh dear. I thought I had more time left. I am tired, though. Okay, I’ll go with you.
And off they go, into the Ether. Now here is how things went when I met the dusty old gent.
Death: Lockie, come with me. You’re tired and worn out and your time is up.
Lockie: Go away! I am not going with you right now.
Death: No, you don’t understand. You don’t have a choice. It’s your time to go. Now come with me.
Lockie: Well, I ain’t going, and if you come near me, I’ll beat the face right off you. I am not going out without a fight, and I’ll be all fists swinging if you step over here.
Death: Is that so? Well your scrawny soul is not worth it, but I’ll be back. I’ll pick you up next time, my friend.
Lockie: Oh yeah? That’s what you think. Bring it on!
And that’s when I discovered that Mr. D is no fighter. No sir, he wants a nice gentle soul to take by the hand, someone who calmly accepts their supposed fate. He would just as soon leave the fighters alone. He knows you will go with him sooner or later, so it’s no big deal for him, and certainly not worth the aggravation of someone who’s going to fight him every step of the way.
Now this little secret might get you out of a jam sometime, but remember, this doesn’t mean you can roll through life recklessly, either. Look after your health. If you smoke, try to cut down a bit, or even better, quit all together. If you tend to overeat and pack on the groceries, perhaps you could have one plate of supper, and back your darn chair away from the table, at least once in a while. Mr. D hates healthy people. It means he has to wait for a bus to run over you or something like that, and he doesn’t like to wait around.
Sure, go walk the dog.