I feel like a complete ass for complaining about my life. This morning I spoke to my mom and she gave me the news that one of my brother’s closest friends has inoperable brain cancer. He’s 32 years old. He’s been told he has less than a year to live.
Why does this shit always happen to such good people? I’m praying for a miracle for him. Would it be too much for me to ask those of you out there that believe in prayer to pray for him too? Just send one up for Mark. Thank you.