I'd rather be outside…
Another Reminder of the Ticking Clock
In 1994 I was 30, my dad was 54.
He passed away that Christmas Eve, almost six years after being diagnosed with malignant melanoma and one year after being surprised by a clean bill of health at his five year checkup.
To be honest, 54 still seemed a long ways away from 30.
But when I turned 36, the math got to me.
(But it’s not just about moose!)
You do realize the life insurance is actually death insurance?
You don’t get paid if you live. The payout comes when you die, and you aren’t the one who gets it!
And when someone saves another person’s life, they haven’t actually saved a life, they’ve simply postponed a death.
I read about an insurance broker meeting with one of his 80 year old clients, and the client made the statement “If I die….”
If I die.
As if there is an if.
One time I was speaking at the funeral of a friend. I made the comment that death was coming toward each one of us like an unstoppable freight train. At that moment someone’s cell phone went off. And their ring tone was a train whistle.
Sobered everyone right up! It really helped make the point.
But what’s the point?