A Stark Reminder

Finally, finally, finally...we got our Alberta health cards yesterday. We put it off as long as we could not knowing it was such an easy process. Anyway, walking back to the van in the overpriced parking spot, we stopped into a print shop to have these flimsy little cards laminated. On the back of the cards was a box to check if you want to be an organ donor, along with an area to sign.

Before Laminating, the man behind the counter asked, "Do you want to sign to be an organ donor before I proceed?" Just to confirm (in a blondish way) I responded, "You mean if I die right?" Smiling, the man said, "Not if you die ma'am...when you die!" Gulp. "Oh Yeah, thanks for reminding me!"

Since then, I have been caused to think about my mortality...in a good way. I think about my life and how I so often go about it with an immortal/invinceable approach. I hear of people dying all the time, but never think it is going to happen to me. I am often guilty of taking life for granted. I am quick to be intolerant, impatient and grumpy with the ones I love most. I am often consumed with self. I sometimes put holy living on hold with little effort given to the eternal. My eternity.

Thank God for the man behind the counter, reminding me to remain on track!

And yes, of course I signed the donor card for when I die!