am always rushing. As a native New Yorker, I am pretty good at it. I can cross
a street faster than most, beeline my way through a jam-packed subway and nimbly
squeeze into a closing elevator. And I never miss a train.
I was en route to the 2013 Boston Marathon when I missed the T at Central
Square. I was annoyed, tormenting myself for lost time. Yet, I had no idea that
those extra six minutes until the next train would save my life. That is
because I was only two blocks from reaching the finish line when I saw the
first bomb detonate.
recite a blessing in the Jewish faith called the Shehecheyanu to offer thanks
for new and unusual experiences. It reads:
Baruch atah Adonai, Eloheinu Melech haolam,
shehechehyanu, v'kiy'manu, v'higianu laz'man hazeh.
"Blessed are You, our
G-d, Creator of all, for giving us life, sustaining us, and enabling us to
reach this point."
do not want to rush my one precious life. I want to notice the world around me.
I want to practice mindfulness by smiling when I am happy, laughing when I am
humored and crying when I am sad.
we rush we forget to be present. Sprinting through life can cause us to miss
out on what we cherish most. We should therefore not hesitate to take our foot
off the gas, pause and be thankful for the opportunity to live in the moment.