Let me share a story.

On March 15, 1960, there was a family living in smalltown USA. Everything was about as normal as could be — one happy, contented family going about their normal, everyday motions of living without any thoughts of the future.  On that day my mother was visiting her family. I never knew for sure why, but I suspect it was because our cousin was home for a visit (her husband was in the Navy.)

I, my brother and sister, and my father were at home, a typical day.  We kids were getting ready to go to school and dad was getting ready for work.  It was a normal day.  It was a cool, misty morning. As I was leaving the house for the school bus stop to catch the school bus, already in the middle of the yard, dad asked if I wanted a ride. I told him, “no,” and went on my way.

My dad was in car pool to work with some other men in which one man would drive for the week and then they would alternate drivers on a weekly basis.  I don’t know if dad was the driver that week or not, but he had to take my brother and sister to the local school.  On the way, crossing the railroad tracks, they were hit by the train, and he was killed, dead on arrival at the hospital

There are two things that always come to mind when I think of that story.

1. If i had accepted the offer of my father to drive me to the bus stop, my father would be alive today. You never know at any given time what one small decision can do to change your life and the lives of your family and friends. 

2. It is important to be ever mindful of the fact that you, nor your love one(s), may be alive tomorrow. Therefore, it follows that it is important to maintain close associations with family and friends, and always be ready to see them when the opportunity arises.

© copyright Feb. 2020
Robert A. Haines, Chaplain Haines