I read somewhere: “Enjoy life now. It has an expiration date.”
What if a tall stranger in a tan trench coat slipped me a note saying, “Your expiration date is tomorrow”?
What would I do differently?
My first thought is, “By golly, I’d better get busy.”
My lawyer would say, “Don, get your legal affairs in order.”
My accountant would say, “Don, did you pay your quarterly property tax?”
Sherry would ask me for a longer hug in the morning.
As for me, I’d want to think very deeply about the meaning of my life.
Then I’d fall down purposefully on the cool, green grass in my backyard.
My four white shepherds would rush over and jump on me.
Ahh… Lord, I’m ready.