Last night I learned that a guy I met when I was traveling over in Cambodia died recently in a motorcycle accident.
I haven’t been in touch with him since I left Cambodia (this was 2 years ago), but it still was a shock to me that I’ll never have contact with him again. Death comes for everyone, but for some well before their time.
This makes me think more about my relationships with folks. When you’re traveling, you make these great relationships, but they are one off things most of the time. When you are in the same place for a while (while traveling, for a job, just living life), you have the opportunity to make stronger connections just due to proximity to the same people. It makes me appreciate what I have.
There are a couple fascinating parts to this learning of his death for me…
I wouldn’t have known if it weren’t for Facebook. I might have wanted to get in touch down the line and received no answer. It would have been weird.
The other thing about Facebook is that we have no common friends. There is virtually no one who is a friend of mine who also knows him. Though, there are other connections aside from Facebook, so I have found at least one person to talk to about this.
Not that it’s that much of a coincidence, but I am reading about the slow march towards death right now. “Tuesdays with Morrie” is about a gentleman with ALS. I was just reading the chapter where they talk about death. “The truth is, Mitch,” he said, “once you learn how to die, you learn how to live.” In the chapter, Morrie talks about how we take death for granted a bit. It’s something we know is going to happen, but we don’t fully grasp that it can happen at any moment.
Motorcycles are dangerous. A friend of mine had a parent that was recently in an accident as well.
I don’t know how much this will change me, but it’s a good reminder that life is worth living.