Six Months to Live
My
doctor gave me six months to live. I
quit my job, left my wife, and bought one-way ticket to Bora-Bora. Then my doctor called and said he’d made a
mistake. I was perfectly healthy and
would live a long life. So I called my
boss and asked for my old job back, but he had already replaced me. I asked my wife to take me back, but she was
seeing someone new. My friends said they
had already gone through the five stages of grief and had gotten over me.
So
I flew to Bora-Bora anyway. I lived in a
fishing shack on a clear lagoon and waited tables at a clothing-optional
resort. I lived in the moment for many
more years. Six months to live was the best thing that ever happened to me.
