“Are you heading home”?, I asked the women (73) in the window seat.
“No, I’m going to visit my daughter (47) who has brain cancer”.
Then she asked me the same question and I asked her, “Can you please give me a few minutes so I can comprehend what you just said”?
A routine day. A routine trip. A routine question.
A wake up call answer.
And just the day before I was taking about “Living before you die” with another man in mid life.
It’s like someone is telling me, do it, start writing and get your book out there. Too many people are sleeping.