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A brand new day – daybreak over Dunk Island Aug 29

How amazing is the human heart!

Serious illness aside… it beats away relentlessly inside the chest across the course of our natural life.

It will keep on beating even though we might neglect it.

It will keep on beating even though we might ignore what it is telling us.

It will keep on beating even though it might ache.

And it will keep on beating long after it is broken.

It may skip a beat or two here and there… but that won’t make it stop.

It even beats without our knowing it… when we are fast asleep!

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It may become hardened by cynicism.

Yet it can be warmed by a simple act of kindness.

It can be stirred by enthusiasm.

And moved by the inspiration of a single thought.

It can endure disappointment.

And can be strengthened by conviction.

It may suffer terrible loss… but that won’t make it stop.

It will keep on beating… year after year after year.

No matter what.

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What man-made machine could ever do that?

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Through triumph and tragedy… the strength of the human heart… and the resilience of the human spirit shines through.

Tears welled in my eyes…

when I read how 41 year old Amalia Filloy handed up her young daughter Maria to firefighter Francisco Martinez for safekeeping… as she herself lay dying in the wreckage of Spanair flight JK5022… less than three weeks ago. Maria’s 14 year old sister was already dead. How strong this mother’s heart that it would not stop beating until she had secured the safety of her only remaining child. My thoughts turned to my son who had recently been in the place where she and her family were travelling to. I was thinking… there but for the grace of God go I. I wonder if I could have been so strong?

And again the other night…

as I heard the story of how a young man’s parents bravely bid goodbye to their 20 year old son and (as was his wish)… made way for the donation of his organs to four grateful recipients. Doujon Zammit’s life was cut short whilst holidaying with his mates on the Greek island of Mykonos where he was senselessly set upon, bashed and killed by a nightclub bouncer. His parents indescribable pain at the loss of their beautiful son in a faraway country… was soothed by the gift of life that Doujon himself had insisted upon.

When his mother and father travelled to Greece to meet the young man who received their son’s strong beating heart… Doujon’s mother took the man’s hand in hers… and placed it over his new beating heart. All three wept for the senseless loss of life that had [paradoxically] brought new hope and the promise of a new life to another such young man… living in this far off distant land.

Doujon may have died that day… but his heart beats on. And the love that his parents shared with four total strangers will keep their son’s memory alive. Still… their own weary hearts will beat laboriously on… through grief and sadness and irreparable loss.

As a mother… I pray that my heart will never be tested in this cruel way. Hearts never mend… but they do go on. Even when we might not want them to. I have sometimes heard parents say when they have lost (or are losing) a child… that they wish it could have been them. My own parents said it. I know what they meant.

It seems far too easy to become caught up in the trivial day to day issues and struggles that besiege us all. Sometimes it’s good to remember what’s really important… and to give thanks for that. Life might not be perfect but I have a sneaking suspicion it’s not meant to be. Besides… it’s all we have!

Our hearts will keep on beating (no matter what)… until our time is up. Until then… we might take a lesson from that heart of ours… and never ever give up.

May the beat go on!

Sixty Minutes Part 1

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