A derivative from the quote
by “The Great One” Wayne Gretzky
Champion of the YUPPY generation.
“You will miss
100 percent of
the shots you
~ Wayne Gretzky
One of the uppermost things that registered with me back in 2010, when I jumped onto experimental social media, was how much I loved quotes. Arguably, one of the largest and oldest hashtags, quotes generate:
Some of the early adopters create their own quotes.
Likely, one of the suggestions Twitter or Instagram suggest you follow based on how often you click, like, comment, re-share with your own comments, etc. build your unique algorithm.
Otherwise referred to as your:
- digital footprint
what you click on
what you share
where you visit
Imagine Mom, grandma, teacher, boss, sister, brother, daughter, son, Aunt, Godmother, cousin, priest, pastor, minister, judge, lawyer, victim, supporter could see into the globe: mirroring YOUR unquestionably questionable surfing.
Would you be a criminal or considered insane by what your keyboard or mouse reveals?
Consider the perception the behaviour would cause. By your own hand, eyes and mind.
Could you be embarrassed?
This seems the most revolted by the Millennial mindset.
How do you define embarrassment?
Let it be your guide.
How you’ll appear at the Pearly Gates.
That’s what I fear now.
Since the worst has already happened.
Afflicted with breast cancer.
When I’ve always believed in sunsets.
The afterglow of a life well spent.
Lucky in most regards.
Saddened by others.
Stifling resentment or regret.
Is there time to do more mending.
With myself as well as others.
I’ve been reaching out personally
by different funnels to the real friends
I’ve ever known.
They’ve been my cheerleaders.
My biggest supporters call on the telephone.
Others, transmit a text to check in with you.
I’ve been frantically reaching out to those I’d
love to see again. Soon. The barrier of excuses
have evaporated from me.
There is no time
but the present time.
Someone said. Who did? ] fact check & insert [ highlighted as if the option of a TO DO list
Knowing there are man who would care.
Hopefully, I’ll have enough time to see them
all. One who said she missed me, when we
realized we’ve missed our chance for a visit
or a chat. A gal who it could be years since
we’ve connected, dissipate indifference or madness of busy life.
The only limits you
have are the ones you
set for yourself.
Tomorrow I see the surgeon.
He is going to tell me whether
cancer has spread, from Breast
Cancer. He removed the tumour
a week ago. Only a couple of weeks
to surgery. No time to reflect as much
when the decision was mine alone.
Go get’er’all by a complete mastectomy
or the removal of the lump with as well
lymph node tell all.
It could be a new rollercoaster ride.
I could be fine before HH tumbles
downhill, before or as a result of
his own surgery at the end of August.
There isn’t a choice, but am I given the chance
to choose? I don’t want to lose him any more
than I want to die.
I maybe sounding melodramatic.
A wake up call can do that.
I was so scared a week ago today,
facing the surgery of my life.
The only surgery I’ve ever undergone.
Not even a broken bone.
KNOCK ON WOOD.
The worst have been a broken
heart a few times. From those
I trusted and love.
I learned to appreciate the ones
who take the time to love,
the time to show they care.
Depending on the outcome,
or the need to write some more.
Depleting the demon of regrets,
removing punishment of myself.
I’ve made mistakes, failed and
faced some difficult odds.
I’ve arrived at the other end.
The ones who truly care reach out and ask how your doing. No matter how many times you’ve annoyed them, or frustrated them. They know your intimate nature is
generous and helpful to a fault. That your meter blows from disrespect.
Who doesn’t like to be wrong or suffer defeat.
Queen or King of champions.
So that others can learn.
Practice the “Golden Rule”
treat others as you wish
to be treated.
May you never fall into despair, be anxious,
or lose your reason to care.
It takes one hero to make a difference.
It takes millions to learn from them.