For me and my colleagues, now is a time to weep.
A few days ago a vibrant sweetheart of an agent in my Coldwell Banker office suddenly died. She was only 51 years old. She was not out skiing, or skydiving, or driving too fast, or anything else you might associate with danger. She was simply showing a house to a client, and by a freak accident she fell down a set of stairs into a dark basement. She was pronounced brain dead almost within minutes of arriving at SF General (by all accounts, the SF emergency response team and SF General were incredibly efficient, caring and on point).
This tragedy pains my heart, so I wanted to take a minute to remind all of us how truly precious and precarious life is. And with this knowledge, maybe we can be a little more forgiving of each other; maybe we can remember what connects us rather than divides us; maybe we can say “I love you” more and criticize less; maybe we can remember to pack more fun into our days and not delay happiness; maybe we can truly silence our self-critic forever and live fully in the moment.
Take this chance to hug those you care about, and tell them how much you appreciate them. You won’t regret it.
