Then again, young people die all the time.
Death is ever-present, yet we can never really be sure if we have decades or days.
But what if we did know?
What if life came installed with a personal countdown that ticked away our remaining moments here on earth? What if our every action or inaction affected the rate of that countdown? I pick up the habit of running every day, my clock slows down. I start smoking, the clock speeds up.
What to do then?
What if we were in the same position Morrie Swartz was in? The countdown to death is set for two years, and it starts right now.
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- Finalize my life insurance plan (let's face it: it's best to have your ducks in a row for things like this).
- Finish my last semester of teaching.
- See every concert, show, and awards ceremony and cheer on the excellence at WHS.
- Finish all home projects.
- Travel cross-country with my wife, Ashley.
- Visit family across the state.
- Indulge in every summer activity under the sun.
- Perform in a musical (preferably Les Miserables).
- Play piano and perfect "Manhatten Serenade" or "Still Hurting".
- Read every Donald Miller, Frank McCourt, Bill Watterson, and Wendell Berry book ever printed.
- Become a daddy.
- See New England in Autumn.
- Spend Christmas in the Rockies with family.
- Start writing a book.
- Enjoy the little things.
- Start a vegetable garden.
- Learn to play the cello.
- Expose the little Tobey to Nebraska's famous Summer Thunderstorms and Sunsets.
- Listen to music.
- Drink lemonade and tea every night.
Fall & Winter 2014
- Spend every waking moment with somebody I love.
- Have a "living" funeral with family and friends, and have Doane Choir come sing my favorite songs: "Let it Be", "Precious Lord", "This Marriage", "Make our Garden Grow" (both for my lovely wife, of course), "Requiem", and "Christ the Appletree".
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