Time is an odd thing.
For it seems like I have been stuck at work for an eternity.
And it seems like my 6-year-old was born two seconds ago.
Alexander The Great was around thousands of years ago too (I am already older than he ever was).
And both of us will be gone in an instant.
I have a cold and I cough as I type this.
But I take a deep breath and hold it for a moment.
I am amazed and grateful to be part of this miracle of life.
How awesome that I even exist.
After a brief pause he wrinkled up his face as if he were giving the thought every ounce of his concentration and said, “Time is an odd thing. Christmas Eve for most adults lasts about as long as most other nights, but for an eight-year-old, on that particular night of the year, time slows to a crawl.” Jones laughed and slapped his hands together. “And I don’t know if you ever thought about it,” he said, “but what you and I calculate in years, in reality, might be just a quick dusting of heavenly hands.
-Andy Andrews, The Noticer Returns