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It is MY Dance
This could be our only shot on Stage..our last chance to dance. You must do your Dance as your heart tells you..
This morning I was awakened by pain. My old friend. I said the name 'Jimmy' out loud..as I promised him I would do when we lowered him into the ground..then turned on my Computer. I was half asleep as I scanned the line of Stories I need, but won't be able to read. Mixed in amongst the Stories were other personal emails. One stood out. It was a comment left about one of my many Youtube Videos about Pancreatic Cancer I've made. I clicked it. It was an email damning me for smoking, and drinking Coke..basically saying I shouldn't be alive..when their loved one did everything they were supposed to do, and still died. I get at least one or two emails like this a month. They are brutal..arrogant..with no idea of the pain they cause. I simply reply 'Life not only has length..it has breadth.'
We have one shot on stage..one turn to 'dance.' Our dance is such a personal, and private moment in time..that no-one should be able to dictate your time on stage. I do not smoke around others. I am considerate. I have out lived 97% of those diagnosed at the same time. Sometimes my dance is incredibly flawless. My movements are eloquent..and graceful. But more often than not, I am awkward. I appear to stumble across the stage instead of smoothly gliding. I fall. I stand up. I look lost..my steps out of sync. It can be embarrassing to watch..but then..like magic..I find the rhythm. I love that moment..it is 'My Dance.' It is my one fleeting second on stage. We all have our turn. We all will be a memory. No-one really knows what awaits us. We have yesterday..and now. Tomorrow is but a hope..a dream. I will not live my life..dance my dance..spend my one time on stage, at a stranger's guidance. Let me trip and fall..let me be breathtaking..let me be boring, and mundane..let me cry and laugh..let me forget my lines. This time is all I have..all that's promised..
It is 'MY DANCE.'
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