brain and heart in memory. Falling of a cliff, sliding beneaththe waves, crashing into the barrier wall, or just seeing thefaces of the medical team around you slowly fade away as youlay on a table, may bring comforting visions of the beautifulmoments of a re-hashed life, filtering out the times of unloveliness, the grey days of loneliness, the harshness of sandpapered relationships that wore you away. I don't know.I do know that death is not the only occasion for thepanoramic view of the mixed-up-mess of past, present, future. Try being arrested, knowing that in that brief moment -with few words spoken -- life is changing.
not dying, butit is.“Do exactly what we tell you to do . . . or he
shootyou.”When I replay those words from my past, it as if I canhear them all again. They are embedded in my memory.Perhaps in time they will fade, as God allows. Or perhaps theywill remain in place as a reminder of where I have been . . .where I am now . . . and where I am going because of HimWhen I heard the words that past April day, I sat very stilland processed them, my heart beating faster with theabsorption of each syllable . . . my brain freezing time,searching through each cell for a way out of reality . . . I