“As a school boy I played with a plastic grenade, it was grey and with caps, it was loaded. In the dirt we would cry and dramatically die, as it flew through the air and exploded.”
~ Tom Paxton, Born On The Fourth Of July
I love art. And since my heart transplant I have collected lots of heart pictures and art. I recently saw the one posted below and my immediate thought was “YUCK!”.
But, as I thought about this “object de art” it made me think about my own heart journey. I was literally walking (and DRIVING) around with a grenade in my chest. And when the pin was pulled and it finally went off inside of me the proverbial shrapnel not only tore me apart, but it also tore into many people around me. The explosion in my chest that fateful day changed and touched so many lives. And, while a heroic organ donor DID save my life, that explosion touched a LOT of people.
Life can and DOES change in an instant!
Please, please remember to hold and love those near and dear to you AT ALL TIMES.