I had to share this great Blog post by my Coach Kristen Kelly. I found this to be a very poignant reminder that in life, we rarely have the opportunity to know when it might be our last time to see someone or something that truly matters and that made a difference in our life and how very precious each moment is.
If you are interested in other posts by Coach Kristen you can click on the link below.
By Kristen Kelly, Reflections of a Coach
I crouched down onto the ground, leaning back on my heels for the hundredth time over the last four years.
I held the hot dog in my hand, ready to break it into five pieces small enough for the bird to swallow whole.
I threw the first piece close enough for Cabo to snatch up in his beak pretty quickly. He swallowed it down without a second thought.
The second piece must have been too big, because he had to first dip it into our salt water pool in order to swallow it fully.
This went on for the remaining three pieces. I sat awestruck at the beauty of this bird only 5 feet from me, eating a hot dog basically from my hand.
Four years ago we bought a vacation home in Florida. On one of our first weekends down there we met our backyard bird friend, Cabo. He is a white Egret. He showed up one day and just hung out with us for hours. We thought it was strange but had never owned a home in Florida before so we figured that is what they did.
Over the course of the week, he came back daily. We thought it would be fun to see what kind of food he liked. No matter what we tried he would not eat what we were feeding him until we pulled out the hot dogs. He ate them up and then from that moment on came back every day we were in town. Sometimes we would come in and call out for him, and magically he would show up looking for that tasty hot dog.
It was pretty cool.
Last week was my final trip to that house, so I knew it would be my last chance to feed him. So on my last morning there I woke up, looked out the window and there he was, as if he knew today was my last day to give him his hot dog.
I took my time that morning. Talking to him, watching him eye the hot dog in my hand. Relishing in the fact that he got closer and closer with each piece. Enjoying the beauty of his white feathers. When the hot dog was gone, I said goodbye to my feathered friend and left the house for the final time with tears in my eyes because that amazing experience would be no more — but thankful to have been a part of it.
Sometimes we get the privilege of knowing when something is our “last” and we can appreciate it even more during it. Sometimes we don’t know and we are left with the memories of an experience, never to enjoy them again.
I am grateful I knew this was my last morning with Cabo because I didn’t take it for granted the way I have taken things for granted in the past not knowing it was my last time. We oftentimes find out after the fact and that is so hard.
So today appreciate the experiences in your life, for they may be the last time you get to. And all I know is, sad or not, having that last day to be with Cabo was magical.