Have you ever thought that you missed a chance to do something that you could never change? Then this is the story for you.
My eyes fluttered open and I saw the sky. I had been sleeping. My head lay on a hard, cold rock in the midst of the barren grassland, my car within a few meters of me. I sat up and rest my back on the rock and took a sip of water out of my canteen and a bite of my sandwich. I saw a small black dot against the icy blue of the sky. Finally!, I thought, A bird! For I had come out here to go bird-watching, a wonderful pastime, by the way. But as I looked throught my binoculars, I realized that that was no bird, let alone something small. It was getting larger by the instant. It was an airplane headed straight for… me.
My first instinct was to run. Then I thought, How many innocent people could be on this aircraft that one action by me could save? But I neither ran nor took action. I stood, stunned, watching this airplane plummet straight towards the earth at speeds unmeasurable.
Then I awoke. Just a dream! But to this day, that dream disturbs me. How many things have I not done, that I could have done, that might have changed the course of my future. Small or large, thought is important, but so is action.
