Earlier today I was about halfway pissed because someone had borrowed some shit and not returned it, figured it out after I told another friend they could borrow said shit, and couldn't find it.
Fast forward a couple hours and, in talking with a friend, learned of another friend who will be dead in the next couple months. Turns out this 38 year old Joe America type dude with two adorable kids and a wife went to the doctor about four months ago because he was feeling like total shit for a couple weeks or a month or whatever. Doc comes back and tells him he has stage four cancer and has 4-6 months to live. We're in month four and he's lost 50 lbs or so, can't move without a chair. Turns out I have his number in my phone, as our kids are friends, and have actually spent the night before. This is a big huge gigantic eye opener, and about halfway balls me up.
Feeling kind of petty for having been pissed about someone not returning material shit right about now...
Fast forward a couple hours and, in talking with a friend, learned of another friend who will be dead in the next couple months. Turns out this 38 year old Joe America type dude with two adorable kids and a wife went to the doctor about four months ago because he was feeling like total shit for a couple weeks or a month or whatever. Doc comes back and tells him he has stage four cancer and has 4-6 months to live. We're in month four and he's lost 50 lbs or so, can't move without a chair. Turns out I have his number in my phone, as our kids are friends, and have actually spent the night before. This is a big huge gigantic eye opener, and about halfway balls me up.
Feeling kind of petty for having been pissed about someone not returning material shit right about now...
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