2nd chances...a little too melodramatic, u think?

I don't quite remember how many times have heard the phrase "be greatful for what you have right now because it can be taken from you at any time."
The real meaning of some things (e.g. phrases like that and sometimes life in general) gets lost on me sometimes. Maybe because I don't try hard enough to understand it.
I don't think I'm that far from the truth when I assume that each one of us has at some point in our lives taken things for granted that we should have been very grateful for...
What is the point of my being "ridiculously" (?) philosophical today, I feel myself being asked? It's about everything, it's taking a step back and enjoying life for what it is at every second, regardless of how broke you are or how unfair you think life is is treating you at the moment ( among other things). Above all, it's giving thanks to God for His mercies and grace every waking moments of our lives.
I had the day off work last thursday and had planned lunch with a friend. We went to Saputo's ( an italian ristorante in the downtown Springfield area). I really did not do much after I got home even though I stayed up. My friend showed up at my place later on @ night and we played phase 10 ( a card game that every household should have). After that, we watched a couple of movies ( first casanova: which I still think everyone should see, and then monsoon wedding: eh, it was an ok indian movie... or maybe it's hindu. someone please tell me the difference!).
Anyway, I finally went to sleep at about 6am and woke up some 8hrs later feeling tired, so I just stayed in bed. While laying, I canceled my plans for the evening and called my sista( I talk to her a lot) and told her I was tired. A little while after I got off the phone I started to feel hot (and if u're thinking menopause, you couldn't be any farther from the answer). Thinking that the heater was turned on too high I got up to lower the temp control only to find out that it wasn't even on ( and it was about 45degrees outside).
Anyway, I walked over to the sliding door, so I could open it and I started to feel dizzy. The next thing I remember my younger brother ( we live together) was asking me what I was doing on the floor. I had apparently passed out and fell the 90degrees to the floor, hitting my head. I had a killer headache when I tried to get up and for a while I was not sure where I was or what I was doing there. Seeing as how I still felt dizzy, I asked to be taken to the ER (My very first hospital visit... for something serious... since I was born).
The doctor thought it might have been some kind of vagal reaction ( ask me how long it took their whole team to figure that out!!) because they could not figure out what else could have caused the temporary loss of consciousness. Mind you this was after I was poked for blood, and had to have fluids passed ( which I don't remember getting... they better not bill me for that). Oh, and did I mention that I had to have an EKG done and a CT scan of the brain.
Thankfully all my my labs came back ok and I was discharged with instructions to follow up wit my GP.
Now that I have had time to think about the event I can only be greatful to God for still wanting me above ground and be really thankful my brother was at home, because i might still be passed out right now ( and before you start wondering, alcohol had nothing to do with it)...
I can now surmise that I still have a bunch of people I need to bug... among other things.
No seriously, I am just really thankful, more so than usual, and maybe I look at things a little bit diffrently now... but who ever said that was a bad thing?