This morning, someone had a heart attack on my commuter train, in a car a few back from where I was sitting.
If I was less stable, this would have freaked me out. Imagine your life ending on your commute to your 9-5. Could there be anything worse that feeling your last minutes were wasted in this way? Or reflecting on how many minutes you've wasted riding the train back and forth?
It made me want to take the train back my stop, go straight to the airport and head to Botswana and spend the rest of my life sleeping in a yurt.
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