A moment I shall never forget: when my mother stopped breathing. On August 9, 2012 , only moments after the doctor said she was well enough to go home from the hospital, I found myself standing in the corner of an emergency room in that same hospital with a medical team surrounding her bed. The team worked like a well running machine - attaching monitors, inserting an IV, drawing blood, - at least 10 of them working with speed and precision. As the team worked, I watched her eyes become fixed, unmoving; she did not respond to the nurse shouting in her ear, but seemed to be staring at something only she could see. In a matter of mere seconds, her skin turned a strange gray color as the shadow of death passed over her. Then I heard someone on the medical team say. She's not breathing....bag her! A team member placed a bag over her face and squeezed air - she began to breathe again. Then, she began to seizure. I watched, helpless, understanding how fragile life itself is; I knew in ...
A word fitly spoken (right word, right time, right place) is like apples of gold in pictures of silver. How many apples of gold have you ever seen? Well, this is really not about a golden apple showing up on your table. It's more about the saying, "The instructor becomes a teacher when the student shows up". If someone you are trying to instruct is daydreaming and longing to be somewhere else, is distracted by a life event, or has their hearts closed and is not ready to receive the instruction, unfortunately, that someone will not learn from you. 
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