As I left the house from my 20-minute lunch break earlier today I did what I always do when I leave, I kissed my wife and told her I love her.
I reached the office and sat for a moment and thought about that. It’s a tradition we;ve established. My wife does it and I do it, every time, without fail. We never leave without taking a moment for each other.
Everyone tries to avoid thinking about the terrible things that can happen. Most of the time, because they don’t happen all that often, we succeed. We can get complacent. We can get sloppy. This is the sure path to regret.
I kiss my wife goodbye every time I leave, and I do it because one time it will be the last time. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but one day, one day it will. One day I will kiss her goodbye, and it will be Goodbye. I doubt very much that I will get advance warning.
There’s an apocryphal but wonderful story of Martin Luther. He was out in a yard, working, when one of his parishioners came by and saw him with his hands in the dirt. Indignantly, the parishioner said, “Martin, what are you doing? If you knew that Christ would come tomorrow, what would you be doing right now?” And Luther looked up at the parishioner and said, “I’d be planting this tree.”
Always be doing what you would be doing. One time, it will be the last time. Leave with no regrets.