When somebody asks you that, you normally look at your watch and share the time of day.
I’m asking a more serious question like: How much time do you have left? A percentage of us have already been told; some doctors have already told my friends they have six months to two years. I know a few others who just want to make it to another Christmas.
Most of us are wrapped up in children, careers, relationships, planning, striving, loving, manipulating, hurrying, running, hiding, hating, working out, fitting in, dining, clubbing, driving, shopping, cooking, studying, reading, cleaning, gardening, watching, texting, listening, writing, worrying, or maybe just taking a nap. But, most of us don’t know what time we got? How much is left? Most of us never give it a thought until something changes; a disease, a heart attack, a bad wreck, or maybe just wondering what the hell you’re doing standing in the dining room.
I’ve always thought of life as a baseball game. The other team has lots of offense they’re delivering at you constantly. They don’t play by any rules so you’re defense has to be good, efficient and damn lucky. Luck wins a lot of games. The other team has guns, drunk drivers, cancer, valley fever, fast food, viruses, nature, germs, and curve balls; a lot of curve balls when you’re looking for a fast one down the middle.
My mom is in the bottom of the 16th. inning with one out and she’s behind 41-40; I know it’s a high scoring game but she’s always come back in each extra inning and tied up the score again. Those 41 runs for the other team were scored by 34 operations, 2 scary car wrecks and five falls. But she would get up to bat, knock it out of the park (with help from a few doctors) and go to the next inning. I’m betting she’ll get into the 17th inning pretty soon.
I’m in the bottom of the ninth, nobody out and nobody on base. It’s a low scoring game; a pitcher’s battle. It’s tied up at one run apiece. Some recent bad choices resulting in carrying too many pounds to the batter’s box and has resulted in a heavy bat swinging way behind the fast balls. I have a chance to correct those mistakes and get into the 10th. inning. I’m planning on playing a long game. I’m hoping the game won’t be called early from a freak thunderstorm.
Buy me some peanuts and crackerjacks; I don’t care if I ever get back.
PS: The other team always wins, but you can make them battle and work long and hard.