Memories

I was in the attic of my old office I had built in 1992.The task was to dispose of some files some dating back to November 1987. I opened the boxes and picked up the files-their faces came to life as I read each name.Betty had a son Timmy after everyone told her she never would. Teresa had headaches for years in a few weeks they were gone. Jerry literally crawled into the office and walked out.H e came every week for 10 years because he never wanted that pain again.Nancy was one of my first patients when I ran the office by myself.She would work for me for the next 10 years. Mr Knight couldn't breathe -I adjusted one of his ribs and he was normal again.I was privileged to do that sort of thing for 10 years. To be honest I took those tiny daily miracles for granted.As I read file after file it became a reunion of sorts.Thousands of people most of which I hadn't thought about in years-yet the sweetness of those experiences remained.People come into and out of our lives all the time.The trick is to live in the moment.After a few hours,I realized it was hot after the all the files were gone.I appreciated that time so long ago and I was thankful to the Lord above letting me spend a few hours there again".No one can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass or glory in the flower .It is for us the living rather to find strength in what remains behind'.