Time is fleeting
A memory leaving
You are left wondering
Where was it going
Time flies fast
Moments never last
Memories like a cast
In the mind a blast
Until the cast brakes
The memories are fake
Time never comes back
Time there is a lack
Your time has finished
Memories are destroyed
Life is complicated
New life, new memories replicated
It is the circle of things
For one the death toll rings
For another life springs
It’s a mystery what time brings
In 1980, I was seven years old and a student at Mannheim Elementary School in Mannheim, Germany. My teacher assigned a creative writing project in which we would predict what life would be like in the year 2000.
That was twenty years into the future, which seemed like an eternity to me. I thought about it for a few minutes and then I began writing.
The first thing I said was that I would probably be dead of old age by then. I also wrote about people having personal robots to do all the housework and having their own spaceships to travel to other planets for vacation.
Well, I am glad to say that I did not die of old age by the year 2000. However, I would like to have a personal robot and a spaceship.
The past few days were full of emotional turmoil. I visited Mom, while she was at the hospital. I saw her with oxygen tubes in her nose. I saw her struggling to recover. I worried about the prognosis and the seriousness of her medical conditions. I knew she was suffering and I couldn’t do anything about it.
The emotional strain left me physically exhausted. Each night I slept more than the night before, but I still woke up tired. I tried not to focus on future possibilities and only deal with the daily issues. However, I found my mind wondering into the unknowns of tomorrow.
My body and my brain seemed to be slowing down. I would stare mindlessly into space and felt like there was an invisible force pushing against me, which prevented me from accomplishing as much as I should each day.
The emotional turmoil of the past few days caused physical exhaustion. However, Mom is home now and I am hopeful that she will fully recover.
I was born with inner ear deformities, so I am used to having massive ear infections and surgeries. However, this is the worst infection I have ever had. As I mentioned yesterday, it caused me to develop Bells Palsy and now the left side of my face is partially paralyzed.
The doctor was optimistic yesterday and thinks I will reagin control of my facial muscles, but it could take anywhere from 2 weeks to 6 months. Unfortunately, there is also a possibility that I will never regain control of my facial muscles.
I am an overcomer and I know I will learn to deal with whatever happens in the future. However, I still feel scared and apprehensive about it.
I was resting on the couch, thinking about random things, and I started wondering…
What if someone sold all they had in 1999, so they could use that money to buy a fortified underground bunker, stocked with everything they would need for the next 20 years?
What if that person locked themselves in the bunker, during the last week of 1999?
What if that person was unable to get TV or radio signals, due to the extra layers of protection designed to shield them from the effects of nuclear war?
What if that person was afraid of what may have become of the world and since they were totally convinced Y2K would cause the collapse of civilization they stayed in the bunker?
What if after all these years that person found themselves running low on supplies and decided to leave the bucker in December of 2016?
They would probably become an overnight media sensation. They would be asked to do all sorts of interviews. They could write a book about their experiences and that book could be turned into a movie. They would be the brunt of numerous jokes. However, they would be making millions of dollars and they could just ignore the negative comments.
That’s how I think the story would go…