Gwen Bell – 15 Minutes to Live
We are afraid of truth, afraid of fortune, afraid of death, and afraid of each other. Our age yields no great and perfect persons. – Ralph Waldo Emerson
You just discovered you have fifteen minutes to live.
1. Set a timer for fifteen minutes.
2. Write the story that has to be written.
(Author: Gwen Bell)
Fifteen minutes to live. Fifteen precious minutes. But are they really any more precious than all the time that has passed before these final fifteen minutes of my life? Or is it only magnified because they are all the minutes I have left? What if I did not know these were my final fifteen minutes? Would I act any differently? Indeed I would not. I would be surfing the net, checking my email, doing my daily chores, changing a diaper, playing with my little one, cooking – just carrying on as I always do.
I wouldn’t like having just fifteen minutes to live right this moment because my husband is at work, my little one is sleeping and I’m basically all alone right now. I don’t want to die alone. That is my greatest fear. Being alone – dying alone with no one around me – holding me – reassuring me. I wouldn’t want to alert anyone that I have just fifteen minutes to live. That seems like a cruel thing to do to them. Except for the fact that my little one must not be alone, I can’t call my husband as he is out of the office on a business call today. (of all days)
Who would I call…who could I call? I don’t have any real dependable friends within 15 minutes drive that could come here and be here. I could call my mom and have her drive down but that would take her more than an hour. Still, I’d call her then I would call my closest good friend who lives north of me by 30 minutes. I could call her. She would come. Once that was taken care of and I was certain my little one would be okay. I might sit down and write a note to each loved one telling them I love them and will always love them, that I hope to someday see them again when their time comes. Then I would lay down next to my little one and just hold her, whispering I love you in her ear.