Sometimes you feel connected to someone just by one thing. A 29-year old shot someone in the arm when they wouldn’t stop talking during a movie.
If someone shares their age with me or their birthday, name or other really quite trivial things, for me it forms a certain kinship.
And yet, that’s where the connection ends for me. He is quite obviously on a different kind of path to me and I just wonder where he’s been and where I’ve been in our 29+ years that he’s ended up where he is and I’ve ended up here.
And I’m grateful for my life.