Kevin Vandever

I had a little scare last weekend that included a visit to urgent care. Things are fine now, but it was one of those oh-my-God-that-could-have-been-much-worse-so-now-I-had-better-take-stock-of-my-life-and-hug-my-kids-more-and-live-each-day-to-the-fullest-and-know-that-tomorrow-is-not-guaranteed-and-always-treat-others-with-respect-and-not-to-sweat-the-small-stuff-and-to-love-and-smile-to-the-max moments. The moment was made a little more interesting by the fact that my wife gave me some medication that jacked me up even more. She didn’t know, though, right? It was an accident, right? Those life insurance documents on the desk were there before the incident, weren’t they? Sorry, I digress.

Anyway, I am not writing to tell you about my experience with the goal that you will make the necessary changes in order to live a fuller, richer, and happier life. That is awesome if you do, but you don’t need me to do that. There are plenty of near-death or perceived near-death stories out there of folks seeing their lives flash before their eyes, floating towards the bright light before coming back to life on the hospital bed, or spending an all-nighter on Frenchmen street in New Orleans during jazz fest and still waking up in the morning. No, you don’t need another story like that for inspiration. (If you do, please let me know and I will be happy to be your tour guide to New Orleans.) What I want to do, however, is to turn this around to you, my much-appreciated reader, and ask: What was your wake-up call? What molded you, made you take a chance, make a change, see the light, get off the fence, etc? Was it one event or a series of events? Did you get up, hit snooze, or throw life’s alarm clock against the wall hoping to silence it? Have you not yet had that call? Or, do you feel like you don’t need it because your inspiration comes from within? No matter the case, I would love to hear from you. Take a moment and leave a comment to let me know.

Oh, and it turns out, after further investigation, that my wife was really trying to help and was acting in my best interest. Little did I know that my best interest meant my being comatose for a day or two while she attended the U2 concert and pre-concert tailgate party that weekend. It’s good to be loved.

What was your wake-up call?

written by Kevin Vandever \\ tags: Life, wakeup call