The dying are the great appreciators. They notice the value of the sunshine on a spring afternoon, a few minutes with a grandchild, another breath… And they know what spoilt ingrates we are, not stopping to register the wonder of every passing minute. They were once like us of course. They wasted decades but now they are in a position to know of their folly and warn us of our own. Alain de Botton These men and women were no different from any of us, and, sooner or later we would all be experiencing what they were. Andrew George huffingtonpost/2014/05/27/right-before-i-die-photos_n_5361465.html
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