Precious Time
As I write this, my first column of the new year, I'm sitting at DFW on December 28, waiting on a connecting flight to Colorado, where we will hang out in the Rocky Mountains for a couple of months on our yearly vacation, the other ten months being the touring season for the CDB.
We always look forward to it, as it�s the only time of year we take any extended amount of time off. The mountains are a great place to unwind and get ready for another intense, but most enjoyable, period of keeping schedules, bouncing around the country on buses, playing our music and entertaining the good folks who have made it possible for me to live my dream for almost 60 years, for which I am most grateful to God and man.
I don't know if it�s the time of year, the fact that I'm allowed down time enough for my thoughts to catch up with me, or just an old fashioned case of nostalgia, but I have been in a sentimental mood for the last few days.
I have had good reason to notice the passage of time, as I just had my 80th birthday back in October and the annual employees Christmas party provides my yearly reminder of just how fast the CDB kids and grandkids have grown up.
I got up before daylight this morning and decided to turn the Christmas lights on, and it dawned on me this is the last time I will see them this year. When we get back off vacation they'll all be dismantled and packed away until next Christmas season.
The point I'm going around my elbow to get to my thumb to make, is that time is the one thing in our lives that can't be bought, rewound, relived or reclaimed. We only get one shot at each day and each day is unique, a one of a kind event, a 24-hour period of opportunity and chances that may well never present themselves again in our lifetime.
We've all heard about, "being at the right place at the right time" when fortune smiles and a chance coming together of the elements combine to make something wonderful happen. It could be finding a business opportunity or maybe even meeting the love of your life or seeing a meteor shower on a clear night.
For over forty years, I have called my employee's mothers on Christmas Eve to wish them a Merry Christmas and spend a few personal moments with them, many of whom I've known for decades.
It was a task that - at one time - took up a good portion of my Christmas Eve, but as the years go by, the list gets shorter and this year I was surprised at what a small mount of time it took me to go through the list.
There is an old song that goes "give me the roses while I live", and if you have a parent or loved one who is getting on in years, giving them a call or dropping by occasionally is a good thing. You never know when it could be the last chance you get to tell them you love them.
Since we have no control over how many days God allows us, the only way we can combat time is to live every day to it's fullest, to wring out every last drop, to slow it down with more attention to what�s going on in the present, less regret about the past and less worry about what�s going to happen tomorrow.
You may not even be here tomorrow, so why spend a day you know you have being concerned about a day you don't know if you'll have at all?
Whether it's cloudy, raining, stormy or one of God's beautiful masterpieces, it's today!
Live it!
Love it!
And may you never run out of dreams.
What do you think?
Pray for our troops, our police and the peace of Jerusalem.
God Bless America
� Charlie Daniels
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