something sad.

Monday afternoon at work there was a nice gentleman in my work. He was being so nice and striking up conversation. He was so well mannered and sweet. He told me about his job, and that he was 21. He had just served a round in Afganistan. He works at bass pro shop, he told me to visit so I gave him my number. I found out he has spinal and kidney cancer with six months or less to live. It made me feel awful. I take every damn day for granted. EVERY DAY.