A minute, please....

We always got this thinking that a minute will never be too late for anything. Just a mere minute will not hurt anyone. A mere minute will also will not be too late to cause any unahppiness. That is why we will always take our time to do wat we need to do. Just that mere single digit to the dateline.

But do you realize that a mere minute is crucial to just about anyone. You, me and even those that you dun care! It makes so much difference that if we are given that one minute, we will actually treasure it for our lifetime. Dun believe? Read on...

You met with an accident. A piece of shard broken glass is stuck to ur chest. Blood profusing out from the wound. Arteries are not making any connection to your brain, thus no fresh oxygen. Paramedics are on the way and they are caught in a traffic congestion, just because one man tries to pick up a five cent that could buy him his last pack of cigarettes.
By just a mere of mulling that broken glass can extend your chances to see your next unborn children and to live happily everafter. Just that mere small action that can make your family a complete nucleus, but none of the bystanders, knows it. Paramedic arrive, but they are just that one minute too late to save you. Imagine, your heavily pregnant wife. Your first son,
your mother and all your loved ones. How do you think they would feel?

Another example. You are caught up with work with dateline that is just around the corner. At the same time, your boss are chasing you for a file that could get you, your first promotion. Wham! The printer is running out of ink. Subsequently, the power dies - blackout! Then you realize that you are running late for your dinner date with your gerlfren. A date that
you have been waiting for to pop out the outmost important question, " Will you marry me?". Running out of time, you got all things done is a flash when the power returns, rush to the grand restaurant. Caught up with your loved one and only to find out that she wont give u a minute to explain your last ordeal. She left. For the rest of your life... another minute too late...

A minute...

A mere single digit...

A minute too late... Isn't it important anymore?

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