This morning I received a photo via WhatsApp … and it immediately set off a spark of memories. This photo was taken almost 18 years ago on New Year’s Eve. This was a happy moment and my late “brother in law” had one of his very rare smiles.
It also sparked a lot of other thoughts … when someone dies, people tend to talk about how good they were. They conveniently forget the less good times. When I listen to people talking at funerals or celebration of life events, the question would cross my mind: what would people say at my celebration of life one day?
I don’t worry about that anymore, because I seriously do not care. What I do want to know is … would YOU break down a door for me?
I didn’t know that I would do that for anyone … until I did. I didn’t know that I would do that for Chris … until I did. He was my brother from another mother! He made me furious sometimes … just like a real brother would. Although, he was older than me, he would always come to me for help … just like a little brother would.
He was a loner, but when he didn’t react on a message I sent him like he normally would, I decided to go to his house, although I was told to leave him, because he probably wanted to be alone. I can only thank the dear Lord that I went there. That I cared enough to get someone to break down his door. He was still alive and we could get him to hospital, although a mere 17 days later he lost the fight.
Will I break down a door again? YES! I would, if I care about you enough to either tell you that I love you or even think that I love you, I WILL break down your door to get to you. Why? Because that’s me!
I hope that someday when people tag me as a grumpy old hag, that someone will still care enough to break down my door to save me.
Now my challenge to you is to sit down and think honestly about this: WHO do YOU care about enough to break down their door?