I heard another telling recently that has given the story a deeper meaning for me. The story continues after the race. The hare is in the hospital disgruntled and upset. He's just been diagnosed with cancer. The tortoise visits the hare in the hospital. Old friends talking about the race. The hare can't accept that he could be dying; he is a racer and just ran a race. Their conversation is great and it ends with the tortoise blowing the hare's mind letting him know "it was never a race".
Saturday, November 22, 2014
Saturday, November 01, 2014
I had a very close call this morning. A possibly life ending moment. It's a couple hours later and my heart is still racing.
The details are irrelevant now. I'm of two minds even writing this. I'd just as soon forget or pretend like it didn't really happen.
I had a rare second-chance moment. Everything important came into focus and everything else faded. I was jarred into realizing most of the stuff on my mind faded away.
I'm sooooooo lucky to have a second chance. I'm pretty sure third chances are much more rare. I'll just come back and read this.