I went to see my friend Scott McFarlane in the hospital today. He’s doing surprisingly well, for someone who’s had a stroke, but he can’t speak, can’t move one of his arms much, and one of his legs, he’s breathing through a hole in his neck, and has a bunch of tubes running into and out of him.
And I ask him if there’s anything I can do, and he just shakes his head.
Apparently he’s very very lucky to even be alive.
Sometimes it’s good to have one’s eyes openened, and one’s priorities readjusted.