Walking in the park

A few weeks ago, while I was walking in the park with my wife, I see an older man, coming from the opposite direction, and I thought to myself: “This man got to live to his 70s, and I probably won’t even live to my 40s. In fact, even from this point on, he likely has more years left than I do. So why should I, a man with a terminal illness and a poor prognosis, move out of the way for this man, who’s had a full life and has more life left in him than I do, just because he’s old and I’m not?”

I then move out of the way and walk behind my wife to give him some space. And I would do so again. If I can still do an act of kindness, I will.