My dentist cannot guarantee for any of the work he does; he just can guarantee to me that one day we will all die.
Last night I thought of those emotional times in our lives when an eminent end of some sort makes us rush to those around us to tell them how we feel. One professor during my MBA asked how many people in the class had told their parents that they loved them in the past year. You would be surprised but I don't recall anyone raising their hand and I know for a fact that at least some of us loved our parents.
Another professor finished his Finance course with three messages: do in life a job you like, spend every year some time on your own, and share your feelings with those dear to you. I forgot the valuation cases but I remember this last lecture.
Tonight I was reminded of death. Someone I knew enough to like died today. Her name is Carmen and she liked my hugs.
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