The term " Life is Short" is a tad cliche when your talking to people who are living and healthy. I would be one of those people. But no matter how much I hear it, it never ceases to shock me when someone I know passes away, especially when they are young.
Yesterday was a normal day. Nothing out of the ordinary occurred. I made coffee for people, took orders at the restaurant, went home, watched the Bachelor, the beginning of the news and went to bed. I woke up this morning to my first customer telling me that a man who frequented our coffee shop was killed in a major car wreck. My heart ached.
You see, had this just been one of our regulars it would have been a different story. But this man had been in our shop for the first time in a while not 4 hours before he crossed the yellow line of the highway and hit a truck head on. This man had a past, that I knew about. And I'm positive that when I saw him, I judged him for his past and not for his future. I wasn't mean, but I wasn't incredibly nice either. I was just doing my job. I guess what I didn't realize was that this was my last moment with him to ever be Christ to him again.
My thought processes came to a screeching halt as began to pour over our last conversation, which was only about 1 min long and included answers such as, "Yes, we have wireless internet here." But that was it, nothing special, but I know my heart, and that's what I will be judged for.
I am forced to see more clearly today. I hope my mistake causes someone to make the right choice before it is too late. Don't be afraid to love. I am not going to live life just acting like this is the last day of my life, I choose to live my life treating others as though it was our last moments together as well. I wish I would have made this choice yesterday.