Death Bed
By Titus Broom
There once was a man that lay breathing
heavily on his deathbed. Friends and
family had already been by to say their finale goodbyes, so the man requested
to spend his final minutes alone in prayer. The family and friends respecting
his request stepped out into the hall closing the door behind them.
The man began to grasp the rails of the
bed as he pulled himself up and bowed his head. He spoke saying, “Lord I thank
you for the life you have given me and all that you allowed me to do.”
Just then he heard a voice say yeah
right, opening up his eyes the man saw, people he didn't recognize surrounding
his bed. He asked, “Am I dead?” One of the individuals standing around said no,
not yet. We just thought before you did die you needed to be confronted by all
that will be dying with you.
The man looked at the faces around the
bed in desperation saying I don't understand. One of the individuals standing
at the foot of the bed said, “We represent all the wasted time, the words you
did not say when you were supposed to, the books you did not write, the love
you did not give, the dreams you did not fulfill, the ideas that never got off
paper, the forgiveness you would not extend and the promises not kept.”
The man said but I did this and I did
not have time to do that, and she wouldn't forgive me so I did not forgive her.
Silence, one of the individuals yelled, while pointing a finger into the man’s
face, we don't want to die, we want to live, yet we are doomed to be added to
the library of endless potential found in cemetery's around the world. The
faces of the individuals (potential) showed great anger and then suddenly they
disappeared.
The man’s prayer changed from Lord
thank you for this and thank you for that, into Lord, I'm so sorry for not
using the life you gave me the way you wanted. Then the man and all his
potential died.
Question who or what will be around
your deathbed? What we do with our lives today, until that day, will determine
who is there. Trust me I know – I've
been there twice.
Written
by Titus Broom Inspired By a comment he heard Les Brown make. ©2009
Titus
Broom lives in Charlotte, NC and is a Motivational Speaker, Writer and Poet
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