The foreknowledge escapes me, but I found myself imagining my behaviors prepared with an angels warning of our last one hundred days. It slowed my heart down, made me take a long breath, not wanting to waste even this time of thinking. Well in every man there comes reflection upon lost loves, arguments unresolved, wasted opportunities and dream paths untraveled. But what is one hundred really, three months and ten count down?  What may be done in that short time that had been left so long in undoing?

Well, I would forgive, wondering why I had harbored ill will or resentment for so long. I would then repair, contacting all those with whom I lost or gladly fumbled the ball in communication. I would resolve to begin, pursue and end each day with God. I would thank the Lord for all those whom he has given me to love and express that love with no condition. I would sell it all and give away to those in need and the rest to family or friends. I would say out loud the kind Truths I had been reserving for an important day in the future.  I would eat right but make sure to enjoy every bite, especially the stuff I really enjoyed. I would write a new song, a new story and a new rhyme to leave for those who would listen when I’m gone. I would go to Kentucky, because every man must go to Kentucky before he kicks the bucket.  Then I would stop and ask God for forgiveness because this is how he asked me to live before I got this message.