On my flight this morning, I was seated next to this guy that had been in a coma for seven years.
He’s been in a coma since, like, 2002.
And he was telling me all this crazy stuff about how airport security seems triple what it was back in the day (even post-9/11), and kids these days never make eye contact with him and walk around with their noses in their fancy iTablets and smart telephones (his words), and he feels so lost because the world nowadays is so tense and fast and angry.
Idk where I’m going with this, but talking to a man who had seven years stolen from his life really made me sit back and thank God for, like, everything. And I still have problems and struggles and challenges, but at least I’m not in a coma, ya know?