Last week I killed a squirrel.
Well, not intentionally. I mean, what type of squirrel killing monster do you take me for?
I was driving down Hammonds Plains Road and Mr. Squirrel was making an ill-advised attempt at crossing the busy road. When he ran in front of my car, with a nut in his mouth, my first thought was “I’m glad I’m not driving the Smart Car” (that was a joke). My second thought was “I hope I straddle the little fellow.”
No such luck, I heard the thump and when I looked in the rear-view mirror I saw the nut finish the journey, sans squirrel.
And at the moment I reflected on the fragility of life and not just for squirrels. Now I am no expert on the thought life of squirrels, but I would suspect that the little rodent wasn’t contemplating his imminent demise.
Life is fragile, for squirrels and for people, and I don’t think it’s healthy or helpful to obsess over our deaths. After all, Jesus said: “Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to your life?”
But on the other hand, I know it is wise to keep short accounts and make sure our souls are prepared for the possibility of the unseen cars in life.
Have a great week and remember: To see what is really possible, you will have to attempt the impossible.