Someone’s watching out for me, occasionally reminding me to breathe for one minute. I see it on my watch, which helps me think clearly and live longer.
Give me a minute to finish my story. Here at the apartments, a walk to the fitness center, dining room, or theater takes just a minute — same for a run to the hospital next door. However, slowing down to think ahead for a minute has often saved me time and trouble. (Last year my older neighbor rushed to catch a waiting ride, fell flat on the floor, and broke six ribs.)
I just wish some people would let me talk for half a minute while they take a breath before finishing their stories. Nevertheless, I want to be a good listener. Let me know if this one took more than 30 seconds to read. Thanks for your time.
