On this early, rainy, cloudy Philippines morning, I awoke to the somber news of the most devastating mass shooting in the history of the United States.

An American-born man, who was interviewed by the FBI in 2013 and 2014 and found not to be a threat, who called 911 during the incident and pledged loyalty to ISIS, opened fire and gunned down 49 people as well as injuring dozens of others early Sunday at a gay nightclub in Orlando Florida.

“We know enough to say this was an act of terror and act of hate,” President Obama said addressing the nation from the White House.

Goes without saying, our nations hearts and prayers go out to the victims, loved ones, and the entire Orlando community.

For some reason I don’t understand, during moments like these, I’m inspired to write about our immortality.

Instead of writing another post, I’ll simply suggest a few essays from the archive:

None of us are sure when, God willing, we’ll graduate to heaven.

♫Time may heal all wounds
But time will steal you blind
Time the wheel, time the conqueror
Time will heal all wounds but time … ♪♫ – Jackson Browne

Having said that:

What have you thought about doing, that you haven’t done yet?

Whatever it is?

Do it now, sometimes later becomes never.


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