A guy I never met lived a couple of towns over. He was 31 years old and was employed by Intel, which sent him to work at their offices in Germany. From what I heard about him, he lived a relatively happy and active life.
During the winter holidays, he had planned to vacation in Phuket, Thailand. But his girlfriend wanted him to stay in Europe to be with her family. So he didn't go. So he didn't perish in the Tsunami. I bet he was relieved about that.
But a couple of weeks later, he went skiing in the Alps. That's when he was killed in an avalanche.
This is a true story. His obituary was in the San Francisco Chronicle last week.
When your number is up, it's up. There's really nothing you can do about it. So make each day count. Make each moment count. Because really -- you just never know, do you?
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