I am still here today. But I’m sitting emptily staring at the walls. I just want someone to hug me, but my friends are probably all tired of me.
Always Somebody Worse Off
Facing my illness, I met a guy in the waiting room who had a horrible choice to make. Now I remember there is always someone worse off than me.
Make it about yourself, not what other people think
How many decisions do you make in a day, and how many of them might you make differently if you weren’t worried about what other people would think?