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Don't Take Each Dawn For Granted

On any given day, we all do it. We fall victim to privilege - of walking this earth, of taking a breath, of  our loved ones. We all anticipate the next day's beginning without fear of cause or concern, blatantly, and in some ways, unintentionally, laughing at what the dawn may bring. 

"Just another day" we say as we make our plans, adjust our schedules, fix our mental timelines, and prepare for the norm. The usual. The everyday. 

We wake up, do our routines, and go about our way. We push the snooze button at the very same time every morning. We get dressed within the same time frame. We take the same walk path, or driving route, or subway train. Eat the usual breakfast. Check the redundant e-mails, text messages, and/or social media outlets out of sheer boredom or habit in between these mundane tasks. Normal. Just another day. Just like every other day. 

We do it like clockwork, with such arrogant assurance and belief,  as if each dawn brings about exactly what last night's dusk ended.. Until it doesn't. Until non of it matters anymore. The route. The outfit. The breakfast. The e-mails. The planning. All of it.

See, this morning I received a phone call from my wife's co-worker who unfortunately had to tell me that my wife was in rough condition - an unknown condition - and was being rushed to the hospital. 

Suddenly, none of this mattered. None of it at all. As I got in my car and raced towards the hospital in downtown Manhattan, I could only pray that God would help the situation. I prayed hard. And on a Thursday like no other, I quickly learned not to take each dawn for granted. It's more than just clockwork, routines, and mindless motions and actions. It's more than just "another day". For on any given dawn, things could change. And change quickly. 

All should be indeed well with the tag team partner as she is expected to pull through. However, I urge all of you to appreciate each day, the blessings you have - the simple things, especially - the talents you have, and those who impact your life in a wonderful way. 

Do it. As there really is no such thing as, "just another day". 

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