"A Stitch in Time Saves Nine" Episode Ninety-One

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The “Is It True?” Series Episode Ninety-One

“A Stitch in Time Saves Nine”

I am never bored. There isn’t time for boredom. There isn’t time in general for all I want to do. A friend asked me what I would want if she won the lotto. I answered in a flash…time, if it only were for sale. Even amidst a painful event, when one might say “just give it some time”, I wouldn’t trade it in. I’ll just grin and bear it, thank you. Life goes by way too fast to rush any of it regardless of the circumstances. Ask someone with cancer. They'll tell you live like were dying. It's scary, but it's true.

There are many repercussions for being in too much of a hurry. We miss the little things. When our mind is fixed on where we are going, we aren’t fully where we are. We don’t remember lovely nuances, specific details because we are never really present. This kind of harried stupor leads to accidents, forgetfulness, and not to mention illness. I know I’ve said this once before “I hope that time will fly by quickly,” but now I wish it couldn’t. Times like waiting in a line, in an office, or in an airport I’d take back in a heartbeat if I knew that life was short. I wish I’d thought to just enjoy them.

I was grounded in the Denver airport, which is an airport you’d just assume never hang out in. Plan ahead if you’re passing through in winter ‘cuz it happens. I had a boyfriend who liked to ski. We would fly from Chicago to Denver, and then Denver to Aspen. When flying through the mountains, you can only hope your pilot has the benefit of eyesight and instruments. It’s a better situation all around. We had been sitting on our luggage for a good 3 or 4 hrs… not long enough to consider heading for a hotel, but way too long for comfort.



I was not complaining mind you. In fact, I considered the snow-in to be a blessing. Skiing with my boyfriend and his brothers was terrifying. They’d take me way up on the black runs and I’d crawl down hoping not to break something. One less day on the hills meant one less chance I’d wind up in a hospital. On the other hand, the more eager stranded travelers had started going nuts. Wildly flinging all their arms around and claiming rights to compensation. The powers that be finally warranted it safe enough to fly or just got tired of their whining.

I couldn’t see my boyfriends face when I turned to tell him I was scared. They’d be blind without their instruments in such foggy blowing snow. Yet I felt the push and shoving, as we climbed aboard the plane. No one seemed concerned as I, except to know the time we’d get there. There was some kind of air leak or God knows what. If you put a napkin down, it would blow to the rear of the plane. They set the drinks down really fast on the napkin until they abandoned beverage service all together due to bumpiness. Several times we dropped a trillion feet at once. You know its kinda bad when the flight attendant says, “If you’re hurt, raise your hand” and she did. I turned to my boyfriend and even he appeared afraid. We were the only flight to make it out that night.

The next day was a gorgeous sunny day. The snow glistened on the mountains. You could see every tree on every hilltop where its branches met the trunk. It was brisk and mighty clear enough to see your breath and those around you. Audible and visible sighs hung in the air from all of the relieved. The rest of his family arrived without a hitch, along with all the other travelers that were delayed the day before. A few hours later everything had changed and there was no need to force it. Tomorrows always coming, we can’t stop it if we try…so then, what’s the hurry. Yes I’d like to get there, wouldn’t everyone I’m sure. But at what expense do we allow? What sacrifices do we make? The flow knows not to worry. The flow knows only trust. And in the flow it all gets done as easily as it should. Honor Your Truth!

1. By: honoryourtruth
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4. Added :30-Jan-10
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