Time Is Limited

Time is Limited

Where has the time gone? The time that everyone shares in life together is limited. People tend to be blind to see completely that time is slipping away like that bar of soap in the shower. As people age into adults, time flies by quicker each day. It could be that there aren’t as many eventful memories being made compared to a young teenager who often encounters many of them. There are so many opportunities that can be taken in this limitless life. Time is taken for granted and there is no way on bringing back lost time to make up for it. That is where many of us go wrong from the start.

Each day, I wake up and do the same routine. Hardly ever do I change up my everyday schedule for anything. My day consists of waking up, getting ready, attending to my animals, going to school, coming home to do homework and associate with my family, and then hanging out with my friends if there is time. However, being a typical eighteen-year-old, I find it hard to handle college, working side jobs and still trying to manage a social life with family and friends. I often said, “Oh, I will just call my granny back tomorrow after school” when I should have called her back immediately. I always have just assumed that everyone in my life will always be here and that he or she can wait to a later time. People and time are taken for granted each and every day. I wish I had realized this sooner rather than now, when I regret some of my past choices. I experienced the worst time of my life because I thought that time and people would always be here.

I have never been the best about trying to keep in touch with people because I easily get distracted and always seem to have something to do. I live in regret each day from not picking up the phone to call or getting in my car to visit my great grandma, Ruby, every chance I had. On March 24, 2015, I realized how much time has slipped from underneath me that I will never be able to get back. On this day, my grandparents had left early in the morning at five to go to the Maple Festival. My great grandma lived with my grandparents due to a hard fall that kept her from living alone. I was asked to come watch her and help her with whatever was needed. I know how to take care of younger children and elderly people because of many job experiences. I came over that morning like any other time and checked her while she slept. I crawled up on the couch beside her bed and went to sleep. My great grandma would knock on the walls to get someone’s attention instead of yelling. So when I heard that tap on the wall I jumped up to get our day started. I helped her sit up on the edge of the bed and put her fuzzy pink robe on her while she kept talking about how bright my fingernail polish was. After this, we usually head out to the kitchen and get her cup of coffee along with a red grapefruit. However, this time was not the same as any other time. She stopped responding to what I was saying and just sat on the edge of the bed, staring into space with a blank face. I thought she had just zoned out because most ninety-five-year-old people do, but then I noticed she was starting to slip down off the bed. I quickly tried getting her back all the way on the bed because I did not want her to get another injury. I started to panic because I never had seen this behavior from her before. All of a sudden, she started to make these strange noises. Drool started to pour from her mouth like a water fountain. My little heart was beating faster than it ever had before. In a panicking moment like this, I had no idea what to do or who to call. I ended up calling my mom, who was an hour away. I knew I couldn’t call my grandparents because they were in a different county. Quickly, I took moment to say a short prayer for God to help me figure out a plan. No tears at all came out because the situation happened so