Presto. She got it all.

 

Yet somehow the expectations ballooned even bigger, to an insatiable need for more. More clothes, more vacations, more parties. He works long hours to try to bring that spontaneous smile to her face, the one he fell in love with. But the smile has faded to a glower. He helps with the kids, mows the lawn, works overtime, dresses to her standards, makes conversation with her family, goes to church. But her disapproval is his daily fare. 

 

 

I did not think I would watch this whole video. Twenty minutes seemed like a long time on a workday morning. But after a bit I lost track of time, hearing the story of a young man named Zach whose clock had run out. He was dying of cancer, and the documentary chronicled how he lived his last spring. The priorities of this remarkable teenager were solidly in place. Gratitude. Kindness. Smiling. Family. He died on Tuesday.

 

I want to be like Zach. Twenty minutes was a crash course in remembering that I have more than enough.