That’s it, 17 seconds. Count them, go ahead: 1-1000, 2-1000, 3-1000, 4-1000, 5-1000 ………Done? All of them? Well now guess what, phfst, snap, whoosh. Those 17 seconds no longer exist except perhaps in your memory and even that will fade.
Now a length of time measured in seconds doesn’t seem all that noteworthy, at least not to those who have a potential life span well into 90 years. Mayflies only live for 24 hours so 17 seconds would be important. And it should be to you and me as well. Minds can be changed in 17 seconds, wars can be initiated in 17 seconds, a lingering kiss can . . . Well you get the picture. A lot can happen in 17 seconds.
It takes much less time for a life to pass on, for love to bloom (ok maybe in some cases it’s only lust but it is ‘a blooming!). We spend so much time organizing, planning and cajoling and yet sometimes it is the unexpected hiccups that are the most memorable.
I once had several guns pointed directly at me. It seemed to last for a lifetime as visions of my oh so young life flashed brightly across my mind’s eye. It probably only lasted for a few seconds but OH MY WORD!!!
It was a dark and stormy night . . . Ok, ok, yes, it was dark and cold. I was on my way to a night class in Anthropology. Mid-eighties, winter. I was minding my own business, head down, when out of the corner of my eye I see dozens of huge men with drawn guns racing towards me, directly towards me. Someone screamed “FREEZE” and I froze, solid. I don’t think I dared to breathe.
Now I am told that memory is a fragile thing, often tempered by television, movies, news articles, even suggestions from other people. Well, that may be true but I am here to tell you my truth. I wasn’t afraid. Honestly. I don’t think I had the time to consciously form a thought. I was frozen, remember. The officers (only 3 or 4) raced past me and into the building I was adjacent to. Fortunately, one of them came back to release me from my frozen state. I continued on to my class and only later discovered what had happened.
It seemed some unsavoury characters were hiding in plain sight on my University Campus. Pretty smart when you think about it. The police were smarter.
Many years later I joined a Police Department. Did that encounter unconsciously point me in that direction? 17 seconds can change your life.
And one thing can be counted on to be absolutely true: Those 17 seconds will never come again. So use them wisely.
It’s amazing when a few seconds are burned into your memory forever and others are lost to the ether.
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You are right! And I find I spend far too much time wondering what I have forgotten.
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Gosh, I am not surprised you were frozen stiff, you poor thing! Those few seconds must be indelibly imprinted on your memory!
It’s true though, things can change in a few seconds. That’s all it takes to eat that piece of chocolate and yet the effects will last months! 😀
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oooh . . . chocolate . . . life is good!
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😀
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Yikes! That’s a memory that will be with you forever! I might still be frozen to that spot!
It’s weird the way some event, that happens in a matter of seconds, will stay with you, yet something that takes long-term planning comes and goes like a faded dream. We might not forget it, but we never think about it again.
Glad you weren’t the target of those guns. In today’s world you would’ve been shot….probably fatally….and all within a few seconds!
🐾Ginger 🐾
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Nah. In Canada we invite you for tea before we slap your wrists “Bad criminal! Bad!” Spit out your tea AND WE WILL SHOOT YOU!
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I’m glad it was good guys with guns rather than bad guys with guns!
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Oddly enough, I never thought of that!
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So glad you were not hurt!
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Me too!
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But sorry you went through that.
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But it did give me a post!
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I’ve only had one gun pointed at me in a dark room where all I could see was the beam of a flashlight next to a barrel. Thankfully, it was also a policeman. The alarm had gone off at the warehouse and as a junior staffer, it was up to me to respond. However, I came in through the front door and the cop had entered through the warehouse and we met before I could get to the light switches. It could have been 17 seconds, but I did not count them. I’ll assume you are right.
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Also terrifying!
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I used my seventeen seconds reading your post. That was a good use of time!
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I love that!
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lol…what? Do you mean I have to have that Mango smoothie bliss I had yesterday all over again…just to make sure I appreciated those 17 seconds it took to skoal it all down? 😀
Anyway, it sounded like your higher self was setting you up for a lifetime change young lady, that 17 seconds obviously made its mark 😀
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hahaha . Maybe! And enjoy your Mango, it deserves to be repeated!
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Excellent, Pam. I’m glad they were police.
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Me too!!
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Thanks for the reminder to savor each moment.
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My pleasure.
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What a story! Seventeen seconds can definitely change a life.
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Thanks! And you are right.
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You are welcome, Pam. I so enjoy your morning posts. Pearls of wisdom and great stories.
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