If you don’t look at anything else in the internet this week, please follow this link to Ben Witherington’s website. Be prepared, if you are anything like me, you will be reaching for the tissues before the end. There is a link to the original on Ben’s site, but I can’t get it to work.
“Tommy, I’ve thought about you so often I hear you are sick,” I blurted out.
“Oh, yes, very sick. I have cancer in both lungs. It’s a matter of weeks.”
“Can you talk about it, Tom?” I asked.
“Sure, what would you like to know?” he replied.
“What’s it like to be only twenty-four and dying?”
“Well, it could be worse.”
“Well, like being fifty and having no values or ideals, like being fifty and thinking that booze, seducing women, and making money are the real biggies’ in life.”