I was on a flight to Salt Lake and got in a chat with the gentleman next to me. He was going on business and we discussed businesses etc. Just before we landed he asked what was the purpose of my trip. In haulting words I told him my mom was dying of cancer and I was going to help her for 3 weeks. My boss was kind enough to let me work from there. (this was decades ago). He told me had had had brain cancer. He reached into his briefcase and bought out a sheet of paper. On it was the above. It helped and I have been back many times to reread and understand on a deeper level.

A beautiful spine-tingling piece, Jim. I only discovered Rachel's article this morning. I hope you are well and life is meaningful. 💜