Personal Essay: The Sweetest Aroma Of My Life
I was babysitting for the neighbors trying to earn some Christmas money. My friend and I were sitting in the porch watching the kids play when suddenly we heard the shrill sound of an ambulance coming our way. As the siren blared and the intimidating vehicle turned down our street all I could do was pray. In shock I watched as the ambulance pulled into my driveway, the EMTs jumped out of their truck, grabbed the gurney and went in to take my father on his last ride to the hospital.
The following Tuesday was my father 's funeral and I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes things run out. Sometimes, the things in life we care about most go away...never to return...and all we have are those memories to remind us that maybe saving for a rainy day isn’t a bad thing. Or that enjoying your moment may be better than worrying about what other people have that you don’t. I’ve learned in my lifetime that the best things we can save for a rainy day are our memories. I’ve learned that people don’t last forever… relationships fail…friends move away…children grow up…and all we have left are the memories we’ve made.
I’ve learned that while we have the opportunity it is best to take advantage of it. Love with all your heart…smile like you mean it…listen and truly care about what the other person is telling you. Don’t worry about getting something new; make a memory fixing the broken thing