(like a past life that’s been forgotten) “Hello, old friend,” Death greeted me. “Oh, have we met before?” “Don’t you remember? We’ve met a few times.” “No, I don’t remember. Would you please remind me?” “Well, usually I don’t do this,” he said, “but we are old friends. I’ll remind you,” he paused then asked…
A year-end reflection on grace, timing, and learning to be grateful for a life I would not turn back.
Cerita pendek ini saya buat di tahun 2007, terinspirasi dari kisah hidup kawan saya. Setelah membaca ulang dan membuat beberapa perbaikan tulisan, saya pikir boleh juga ini saya posting lagi di blog ini.
a Professional Dreamer 