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I stepped outside my children's school the other day
into the sunshine. I was parked quite far away from
the front door and I found myself wanting to.....run!
I was feeling happy and the birds were chirping and
I had a a lot of stops to make on my way home. "I
should just run to my car, " I thought. "It will save time."
Which led me to ponder this question:
When do we stop running?
Not for exercise or to save time, but just for the joy
of movement, of propelling oneself headlong
into the great wide world?
The next day I was again at school.
It was dismissal time and another beautiful afternoon.
Groups of younger children clustered on the school lawn,
chasing each other, skipping, hopping and....running.
With exuberance, abandon and complete lack of self-consciousness.
When do we stop running?
When we leave grade school? Before? After?
When does running as part of our DNA turn into something else?
Do you remember?
It's my birthday today and I turn.....
Well, let's just say the two digits add up to 12.
Hint: I’m not 84 or 66, yet.
{Ah, to be 12 again. Was I still running at 12?}
Every day I wake up with the knowledge
that my time on this planet
is finite.
I want to cram as much loving and learning and living
into every 24 hours as I possibly can.
This year, I will run!
-Helen Keller
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