Finding the time

“I wish I’d spent less time with the people I love.” Said no one on their death bed. Ever.

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I somehow found the time to visit the homes of almost every single one of my students over the years. Out of the two thousand or so students I taught, I visited all but a couple dozen of their homes. (And to this day I deeply regret not somehow finding the time to get around to those few I missed. No excuses. I just didn’t find the time. It was ultimately my choice.)

On one home visit I made, a very loving father told me he just couldn’t seem to “find the time” to play with his kids. “Mr. Talley, it’s because I love them so much. You see, I’m working overtime every chance I can,” he proudly told me. “I’m doubling up house payments. I want to get my family out of debt.”

The next time I laid eyes on this man was about a month later. He was all dressed up in a suit this time.

He somehow found the time to lay in a coffin.