Starting Over
A guy I know was told by
his doctor that he had cancer and would die within the
year. There he was, working at a job that was okay but not
great, living in a place that was nice but not paradise,
dating a woman he liked but didn't love. He was just
warming up, you know? The way most of us are.
So what did he do? He quit his job, sold everything, packed
up, and moved to Key West, where he bought a boat, because
he's always wanted to sail around the Keys on a little boat
in the sunshine. And he did.
After a while, he went to a doctor down there, in Key West,
to see how much time he had left. The doctor got the guy's
old records and ran new tests and then said the first
doctor had made a mistake: he'd never had cancer at all.
I think about that guy sometimes, sailing around on his
boat in the ocean, living his dream, all because he found
out he was mortal.