Thursday, January 16, 2014

A Friend, Standing on the Platform

Was just beginning today’s blog when a text came in.

A friend from the past is in a hospital here in Raleigh. His cancer has returned…in his liver…and he’s terminal.

He’s a good guy. Met him in college. Ran around some together. He’s one of those people who always had a smile on his face.

During his life he had a lot of success, then ran into some difficulties.

He has a wife who has always stood by him and children who love him. A lucky man.

Whenever I hear about someone who’s standing on the platform waiting for the last train home to stop at the station to pick him or her up I wonder, “What are they thinking?”

They know the end is near…very near.

What are they proud of? What do they regret?

Whenever I get this sort of news two words always come immediately to mind:



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