I was working part-time as a Critical Care Tech in a hospital emergency room. The charge RN instructed me to escort a patient to X-ray. I read the chart before I entered the room and found the patient to be an 84 yo female that had been brought in by ambulance after falling in her home. They suspected a fractured hip. She also had a history of heart problems. The lady was quiet as we negotiated the hallways to the Radiology Department. Then, all of a sudden, she opened up and began talking. "I have lived alone since my husband passed away three years ago, she said. He was a business man and we used to entertain guests quiet often. I always made sure that everything was perfect in our home. Every day our house was like a Home and Gardens magazine. A bed never went unmade or a dish unwashed. I thought it was important. Now, I don't know what it was all for. Now, I wish I had the time back I spent on things that shouldn't have mattered so much".....I don't remember much more about the lady. She had her X-rays done and I returned with her to the ER. But, the words she spoke that night have always stayed with me. I wish it had not taken so long for me to fully understand them. This gift of life is a precious journey and we should not major on the minors. I stop and smell the roses a lot more than I used to.