So, at one point I was an 18-year-old honor student with a lot of energy, knowledge beyond my years, and an endless future of success in front of me.
Then I sneezed.
And then, poof I’m an old fat bald depressed chronically ill guy, with a dead-end career, an increasingly poor medical prognosis, and a rapidly shrinking social circle. Sitting alone in the patio of a coffeehouse and living in his old bedroom back at his family’s house. Waiting to die.
The lesson here is obvious: Kids, don’t sneeze.