Live Like You Were Dyin'.....

I'm not much of a country music fan, but every once in a while a song comes down the pike that speaks to me no matter what style it is. Tim McGraw's "Live Like You Were Dyin'" is one of those songs. It's like an interview with a man who was diagnosed with cancer in his early 40's, and how that diagnosis changed his outlook on life. Here are most of the lyrics:

"Asked him when it sank in, that this might really be the real end.
How's it hit ya, when you get that kind of news.
Man what ya do.
And he says,


I went sky divin',
I went rocky mountain climbin',
I went 2.7 seconds on a bull name Fu Manchu.
And I loved deeper,
And I spoke sweeter,
And I gave forgiveness I've been denying,
And he said someday I hope you get the chance,
To live like you were dyin'.

He said I was finally the husband,
That most the time I wasn't.
And I became a friend a friend would like to have.
And all the sudden goin' fishing,
Wasn't such an imposition.
And I went three times that year I lost my dad.
Well I finally read the good book,
And I took a good long hard look at what I'd do
If I could do it all again.
And then.

Like tomorrow was a gift and you've got eternity
To think about what you do with it,
What could you do with it, what can
I do with it, what would I do with it."


I want to know what you would do....how you would live if you were dyin'. I can't say that I'd go skydiving, but I'd want to go up in a balloon ride again... to see the balloons over Albuquerque in October. I don't know that I'd climb a mountain, but I would want to see some- like the ones Keith has been taking pictures of in Afghanistan, and the Panjshir Valley. I don't know that I'd take a ride on a bull, but I would love to get behind the wheel of a race car! I'd try to be a better Mother and Wife, and try harder to keep in contact with old friends. Oh, and I'd travel... I would go to Africa and see wild lions and giraffe's. I'd take a ride through the canals of Venice; sit in a cafe in Paris in full view of the Eiffel Tower; pay my respects at Ground Zero in NYC and go visit Washington, DC again. Go to Miami, Houston and Puerto Rico to check up on the places I've seen during national disaster assignments with Red Cross. And I'd impart as much wisdom and love on my family and friends as I could.

What would you do?