Sometimes I need only two things in life: stories, and my children to unveil the life truths within them. See this post in which my oldest is less than 5 and teaches me the journey actually is the destination. Or this post about how bad guys have the best stuff, but good guys win. And now this gem of a conversation from Jake, who’s ten very grown up years but still with all the life-delight of a child.
It seems like a person who’s faced cancer ought to have something to say. If they faced it, survived it, and did it without giving in to despair, then surely they have a perspective that a healthy person wouldn’t. I certainly think this about someone who’s lived a long life and now faces their death. I think, “I bet they have a few things figured out,” and I wonder what