Life is a series of moments. Some moments last a lifetime and some moments are just that, mere moments.
My sister Hannah works at a pizza joint that was robbed. She had a gun waved in her young, 17 year old face on Thursday. Why does stuff like this happen? I don’t know how much those guys got away with, but whatever it was it couldn’t have been worth possibly ending someone’s life? Thankfully, no one was hurt. They took the money and left the kid’s lives. Thank God.
But, it made me question the things going on in my life. If the moments were to end, did I live them the way I wanted? Did I live my life honestly, making each moment count?
Maybe it’s good to question, to put life in perspective. We only have moments after all. Some moments last a lifetime and some only a moment. But we must be proud of our moments for they make up our history and our future.
My sister will forever be changed. Any one would. Wouldn’t you?
