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  • I stood waiting for the bus for over an hour today. I was frustrated, tired and on the verge of tears. The police had decided to block off my road further down than the bus company had expected for the marathon. I didn't know that of course and had to phone work, explaining I would be late, wondering if the bus would ever come.

    When I finally got downtown I was reminded of my 30th birthday when I had to run through the NY marathon to get to my hair appointment because the subway exit placed me on the wrong side of the street. I got yelled at, but I got there and I donated a good chunk of hair to Locks of Love.

    This time, thankfully, I only had to walk halfway through the main city park in order to get around the finish line and to work. But when I entered I was still fed up. I just wanted to go home and bury my head under the covers.

    As tends to happen at work, I wasn't able to stay mad for long and continued on with my day as my smiles increased and my annoyance dropped thanks to wonderful customers and coworkers.

    Towards the end of the day, however, I found out a coworker's husband had died, suddenly and unexpectedly. I was shocked, having seen him alive and well only a couple of days before. And I thought back to the miserable hour I had spent at the bus stop thinking that no good could be found in the situation and that an hour of my life had been wasted in order to make a bunch of money for the city.

    With death to ponder in relation to my experience earlier that day, I realized that as long as I'm alive, each moment, no matter how difficult, is always a good one and never wasted.

    May you find value in each moment of your life.

    RIP - I know you will be sorely missed by many.
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