Time has been good to me, I have to admit.
When I was but a young buck, early in my life, I found myself in Southeast Asia and 18,000 miles from home. I would sit there and watch the sun go down, and Armed Forces Radio would play this song, over and over, it would echo in my mind. I would often find myself wondering if I would even make it home and I would get sad, because I knew I would not be home for Christmas. Instead of a Holiday Classic, it slowly morphed into some kind of personal dirge for me. There was very little rejoicing if any at all.
Time has a way of mending the broken heart and over the years, the wounds have healed. I now know that life has been good to me, and now many years later, I look back upon it and I have to feel fortunate in all respects. I came home when a lot of guys did not, and for that, I am truly thankful.
Now when I hear this song, I am no longer sad, but on the contrary, I kind of celebrate deep down in my soul all the wonderful moments in time that have been granted to me in this life … I bow my head … and allow my tired old heart to smile.
For me this season … Life is good.