August 23, 2018
It was Christmas Day, snow on the ground, lots of cheer in the air, even in a dreary hospital room.
A man was on his deathbed, 88 years old, sick with cancer.
A friend of his, 22 years old, was spending the afternoon and evening with him after he’d had the morning with his family.
His friend knew the old man had less than a week left to live and as they talked, he felt compelled to ask one question in particular.
Nervously, he fumbled his words, but eventually it spurted out of him:
“Mr. Fred, if you could come back and live the life of anyone, who would you want to come back as?” He felt the inappropriateness of his question before it even left his lips.
But the man answered calmly and peacefully: “I would want to come back as the man I could have been, but never was.”