No Regrets
Every time I post on my blog, I have to change the background. Why, you ask? Because I am only happy with my blog background for a few days. Seems so small in the scheme of things. Life, that is. I had no idea what today would bring, nor would I have imagined what it did. Clarity, focus, a sacredness for time, and a outlook that I would love to adopt in my own life (in hopes that my children will grab hold of it as well). No Regrets, the first book title of author and Olympic Gold Medalist Apolo Ohno. Since Mark is Apolo's Facebook friend, we found out that he would be in Federal Way signing his newly released book. We loved watching Apolo skate in the Olympics, and Ethan loved watching him more. We thought it would be a great outing for E-man. Turns out, for me too. I stood in line patiently (and I am usually short on patience), for nearly two hours, just so my son could have this experience. Little did I know that I would enjoy it almost as much as he did! I had a few moments to read the beginning of his book, in line. I was sold hook, line, and sinker. He spoke to me in just two pages. It doesn't usually happen to me that way, not within a couple of pages of a book. In my head I keep hearing "No Regrets," not in Apolo's voice (since we didn't get to hear him speak) but in mine. I want to live with no regrets. I want to know WHO I want to be, not WHAT I want to be. I want to have a game plan, an idea, a goal, and strive to work toward that goal. As you can see, Apolo moved me. Unfortunately the day didn't end there. I lost a friend today. Bill Jordan. An X-ray tech, a passing friend at work, a ICU bud, and an all around great guy. He was younger than I! He went to sleep Wednesday morning, and never woke up. My heart goes out for his young family he left behind! Ringing in my ears is the phrase again, "Did Bill live with No Regrets?" I wish I knew. I wish we had more control. I wish life wasn't so fleeting. I need to LIVE with NO REGRETS.
Apolo Ohno
So close, Ethan is getting nervous and excited!


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