One month

I have a friend at work who I treasure. His name is Adarsh and he has an interesting view on the world. We walk for exercise almost every day and converse about everything. He recently became a citizen (his wife, too) of this country and will be able to vote in the upcoming election. He has a sharp wit and a keen sense of what is real in life. I like him.


Today he told me a story about a man that was diagnosed with a terminal illness and was told that he will only live one more month. Someone asked this man what particular days in his life he remembered as momentous or otherwise meaningful. He could only remember 3 days in 54 years: his marriage, the birth of his child and something else...I just forgot - but - hey, it was his life and not mine. Now with only one month to live he has the opportunity to live 10 lifetimes in his final days. I wonder what he will do.