A Brush With Death

The fragility of the human body is something you never really consider until you’ve brushed shoulders with death.

It’s interesting, how rarely we think about it, yet it waits for us our entire lives — biding its time with the patience of a baobab tree. A slippery step at a bar, a car that is yet to roll off the assembly line, a bullet manufactured years before you were born, a person who will be born decades after you… Moments…