I flat lined during a surgery. I don’t remember anything and I don’t think that is the moment where I decided to enjoy life, no matter what is thrown at me. It did; however, scare my husband – so much so, that he just now is really talking about it.
Being diagnosed and then watching my dad struggle with his illnesses, is really what made me take my appreciation for life up another notch.
I don’t think you have to be “terminal” or have a near death experience to embrace life, but I do think that it can move someone that doesn’t appreciate the small things in life, to stop and look around a bit more.
We’re all dying – the only difference is what is killing you. The next thing is what do you want to do with your time, while you are here? Are you ok with watching life pass you by and bitching and moaning about everything; or, do you want to do more, see more and make a difference? I could spend my time thinking poor me and saying that life is unfair, but I refuse to do that – but I refused to be that way before the surgery that almost ended my life.