The Life of Lou Ruppert

Despite being behind schedule from a busy day of working at half capacity due to some cold or allergy that’s been killing my sinuses, I still found time to talk to my mom on the phone tonight. So many people blow off friends and family in order to squeeze out an extra ten or fifteen minutes’ productivity, only to find years later that their lives have passed them by, and that they won’t get a second chance to spend ten minutes talking with their mom, or an hour having a pint with an old friend. I’m busy most of Sunday afternoon for my church Easter pot-luck, but I’m still going to make the hour drive afterwards to visit my parents, and try to catch the uncle and the brother I never see. Recognizing what is irreplaceably important while I still have it is what I hope will prevent me from spending my retirement years in bitter regretfulness.

So, my Arabic homework is not done, and my house isn’t as clean as it could be, but I know how my family is doing. And I lent my church key to some friends who needed a quiet place to pray. And I talked with another friend who is feeling under the weather, and we encouraged each other about the great times we’re going to have this summer, and this month. So, though my to do list would beg to differ, I got everything done today that I needed to.