“No love, no friendship, can cross the path of our destiny without leaving some mark on it forever”….Francois Mocuriac.
Back in the days before I needed a heart transplant …. back when I was working, I came in contact with so many people that I often didn’t really know them. Some did touch my heart, but more often than not I truly did not “see” them. Did they leave a mark on my destiny? Perhaps. But so many of those marks or memories have faded. Or, perhaps they were erased?
What I do know, is that since I looked to that abyss called death, my “vision” of people has changed. I’m not as guarded as I once was. Maybe I’m more observant, even though I’ve always been a people watcher. Or, maybe, my new heart is more open and accepting than my old one? Or, maybe a see my “path” in a much more clear sense?
I can’t answer those questions. But I can say that people touch my soul, my destiny, my being more easily now than ever. People that I have never met, can make me laugh. They can make me cry. With people I do meet, I can almost feel a beam of energy leave my body, reach out and embrace them. Years ago, I did not feel these types of connections.
Maybe all of the electrons in my body were disrupted by having the defibrillator paddles used on my over a hundred times, or the transplant surgery itself?
I don’t know that either. But, what I do know is that I enjoy the connections that I feel, and I enjoy life.
Maybe, just maybe, I am putting a small mark on your destiny as well. But, that’s something else to ponder.