Yesterday I shared the incredible story of how Wade Lytal, the father of one of the recent Texas flood victims reached out to thank author Sahil Bloom for encouraging him to spend more time with his family. The father, a believer, was being salt and light in the world. If you missed that blog, please read it now. I’ll wait…

The message that Sahil wrote, the message that helped that father, was simple:

He didn’t know it was the last time. But he lived like it was.

Sahil continues:

Writer and philosopher Sam Harris once said, “No matter how many times you do something, there will come a day when you do it for the last time.”

There will be a last time your kids want you to read them a bedtime story. A last time you’ll go for a long walk with your sibling. A last time you’ll hug your parents. A last time your friend will call you for support.

All of the things we take for granted today are things we’ll wish we could go back and do.

There’s a last time for all of it.

You won’t know when it’s the last time. But you can live like it is.

There’s wisdom in that, echoing themes from Ecclesiastes, that Sahil also touches on in his essay. I’ll share them tomorrow.

In the meantime, you can contribute to a fund in Wade Lytal’s daughter’s memory.

Better to go to the house of mourning than to go to the house of feasting… Sorrow is better than laughter, for by a sad countenance the heart is made better. The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning… (Ecclesiastes 7.2 – 4, NKJV)