Through several miles of my race, I was preoccupied with whether or not my pace was fast enough to keep me from being swept from the course. It hit me then that I don't want to go through life with people who keep their heads down and press miserably toward their goal. May I choose partners in this race who stop for a selfie with Abe Lincoln or stop to enjoy the sunset when I'm busy rushing my kids out of the playground before dark.
It's times like these that families hug each other a lot, and cry a lot, and try to savor those sweet moments that are so good, and try to push out the bad and hope it all goes away. I know. I heard about all that in the years since my recovery. And one of the things my Dad did back then -- when I was sick and there wasn't much he could do for me -- has had a lasting effect on a whole lot of people. And now it's part of me too.