As he came into view, with his head down and not looking around at cars or other people, my neighbor approached – right on schedule – as if it was just like any other day of the week, month, or year. In that moment two truths became crystal clear to me : 1. The only thing in life that is absolute is death. 2. The best lives are those spent fighting to disprove rule # 1.
I remember thinking that maybe that's how the real hell works - an unbearable stretch of torment and misery which is really nothing more then a Purgatory of sorts, intended only to lull you into thinking that it's not so bad after all and that you might actually be able to survive it... before satan opens the door and you get kicked in the face with the REAL hell.
It's not the"stuff" we gain or lose, nor the people that come and go throughout our lives, that define who we are as human beings. It is the person we allow ourselves to become, as the chapters open and close, that says everything about who we really are and what we are really made of.
I gave the driver a "please give me a second to wrestle my bag away from this drunk alligator" look and politely told this guy that it was no big deal... I could fix it when I got home... and that I hoped he'd have a nice day. It took him a second, but he came to understand that I was politely telling him to let the fuck go and back off.