The “What If” game.
I play it.
What if I won the powerball?
What if I could fly?
What if humanity was destroyed and the world depended on Hugh Jackman and me to repopulate.
It could happen.
And then I had kids.
What if the car hung off a bridge and I could only get one child out?
What if the house was on fire and I couldn’t get to them?
Oh, it went on and on.
If you are any kind of friend you’ll tell me these ball o’crazy thoughts plagued you too.
But then recently we had to sit down together and play “What If” for real.
What if I had more strokes?
What if a machine was all that was keeping me alive?
What if there was a choice between a breathing shell and letting me go.
What If you have to tell the person you love to let you say goodbye to your children, then make the tough decision.