How much time do YOU have?
“This is my timeline,” he said, and up on the screen came a timetracker, counting down.
278 days, 18 hours, 59 minutes and 16 seconds.
Greg Hartle knows he is dying. His body is slowly rejecting the kidney that he got transplanted after a rare kidney disease 10 years ago, and unless something drastically changes, Greg will have left his body and this earth in less than a year.
The message was simple, but so touching that it moved the audience at Alive in Berlin to tears when we realized that right that very minutes, we were receiving one of the most valuable gifts on this earth.
The gift of waking up.
We all know we are going to die, but up until this point, at least I can speak for myself saying that I didn’t feel it particularly often. Although I am an advocate of doing things sooner rather than later, of making dreams come true TODAY and for making the most of your time on earth, I know I am also guilty of putting things off, taking things for granted and thinking to myself that “someday I am going to …”
Do you do the same?
Here’s the thing. That “someday” might never come.
The reality is WE are dying.
Living by “it’s never too late” is a great way to live, but actually one day it is.
I don’t know when it will happen, I don’t know how I will go. And yet, I know that my time will come and so will yours.
Are you ready?
Could you leave your body today, tomorrow, next week, next year without regret?
Are you living your life the way that you want it to be?
You see, just like Greg I have also gotten a second chance at life. And a third. And a forth. And a fifth.
I have been very seriously ill and I could have died several times. It’s something that I don’t really talk about, and try not to think about. And it’s definitely something I try not to feel anything about.
“We rarely get second chances at life.” – Greg Hartle
After the conference, I went over to Greg and asked if I could give him a hug. I had been thinking about it all weekend, and by the end of the conference I had mustered enough confidence to just do it. So when the last speaker had left the stage and the applause had faded, I walked over and I asked him (rather awkwardly) if I could give him a hug.
And then I cried.
I felt embarassed by the sudden overwhelm of emotion, but at the same time it felt strangely okay. It was happy tears.
“You woke me up,” I said with a shaking voice. “I am so grateful.”
He looked me in the eyes. Then nodded.
“I have had so many chances, but I have been taking them all for granted,” I cried.
He hugged me again, and I felt so stupid about him being the one having to comfort me.
“Maybe not this time,” he said.
Maybe not this time.
278 days, 18 hours, 57 minutes and 28 seconds.
Definitely not this time.