I had seen the paperwork of someone I’d known as a kid, who was ten years younger than I, and thought I’d find him in the ambulance bay area and wish him well. He’d had a cardiac episode and would be transported to Bangor shortly. Opening the door of the hospital, I could only see the back of the patient’s head. His hair was white and he was balding, so I figured I had the wrong person. I didn’t take into consideration the toll life takes on the body. Time can show no mercy.
Look carefully then how you walk, not as unwise but as wise, making the best use of the time, because the days are evil.
Yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes.
Time marches on. Are you dealing with the reality of it? Give it some thought.
Gary