When is it too late?

You can't start learning to swim when you are drowning.
Don't wait to appreciate water until you are parched.

It has become much too cliche to be reminded to treasure everything we have because we never know when it might be gone. The reminders often come from walking Hallmark cards; the message being lost in the saccharine delivery.

The irony is that we often do not realize that the message is true until it's too late.

There is a point at which friendship dies.
There is a point at which support dies.

The wounds that healed in the past almost always left scars. The scars were then breached and the wounds reopened. At some point they can no longer be closed. Or the will to close them is gone because they will only be reopened again.

There is a story about a man whose friend kills him through gross negligence. As the man is dying he looks at his friend and says, "I forgive you. But you have killed me nonetheless."

Pay attention.