Slippery

Written By: Emily Ponstein

November 11, 2016

April 16, 2000, just less than two years after I was born, my best friend came into the world. Alexis Grace made me trade in my status of “only child” to “oldest sis”. Lexi and I did everything together from make-believe adventures to taking center stage in the soccer world. Time is short, Life is short. This sentence always came across as ironic to me after all, time is the longest thing that has ever been and life is the longest thing a person will ever encounter. It wasn’t until February 7, 2015, that I realized how short, how precious, life actually is. February 7 was a Saturday, the fresh snow from a two-day storm blanketed the ground from Grand Rapids to Traverse City. My Dad had planned to take my Mom and Alexis up to ride snowmobiles about an hour north of our house. I stayed behind because I hate the cold, and also because someone had to take care of Tessa (our other sister) who was 7 at the time. I was cleaning my room when my cell phone buzzed, it was a message from my Dad that read:
“Lexi has been in an accident. Please pray.”
Confused, I answered, “What do you mean?”
“Accident. Lexi. Please pray.” Well, thanks, Dad that really clears it up, I dialed his phone number so that I might figure out exactly what was going on.
Before the second ring, he answered the phone. Choking on tears, he rushed his words “It’s not good Em, it’s really not good. Lexi is going to the hospital, you need to pray.” He hung up the phone.
Seldom did I hear my father cry so I knew that this was serious.
Hospital? Accident? Not good?
So I prayed. I prayed for my sister’s life, and for everything to be okay. I prayed for my Dad who was almost doubling the speed limit on the highway trying to get to the hospital as fast as possible. I promised God that I’d never take my family for granted ever again. I’d remember that time was short, and cherish every moment with them from then on.
I think that Dr.Parker’s quote, “We ought to make every moment count because it may be the last.” can be applied to the way that we treat people. We cannot take people for granted, especially the ones we care about. We so easily think that “Oh it doesn’t matter that I didn’t tell them I loved them because I’ll see them in a while.” It’s easy to stay mad at a friend or a parent, to hold grudges, or be too prideful to say we’re sorry. We can’t live this way, we can’t miss an opportunity to speak up We never know when our last moments to spend with a loved one will be. I was fortunate. My sister lived after her accident, extremely battered but nonetheless alive. I was able to tell her that I loved her again and keep my best friend. Her accident is a constant reminder to me to not take time and people for granted because we never know when we’ll see them last.

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