One moment, please.

May I just have one more moment?

What could happen in this one moment I'm asking for?

What could possibly happen?

Infiinite possibilites?

Or just another moment, you know, like all the rest.

How do you treat your moments?

I'll give you a moment to think about it.

When I had my mitral valve repair a year ago, time seemed to stand still.

At least when they stopped my heart for four hours.

In those moments, a heart-lung machine kept my moments going.

And my surgeon had some moments of medical prowess.

Thanks for those moments, doc.

Sometimes I say my job is about giving people more family dinners.

More moments.

More moments with one another.

More moments in nature.

More moments of truth.

Moments perish all the time.

You must continuously represence and replenish this moment.

We can observe this moment (mindfulness) or try to escape this moment by a myriad of distractions.

Being in the moment is like magic.

Poof. It's there!

Swoosh. It's gone.

Moments spent reacting to other moments.

Perhaps that's all there is.