Yesterday was a sad day.
On my way back from downtown Nairobi, I saw a man laying, dead, in the middle of a busy street. This was the spot where he had died, clearly after having been hit by a car.
Pray for that man and his family. Nobody wakes up in the morning expecting to die that day, and I'm sure his family is hurting so much right now.
I hope to be, everyday, the exact person that I would like to be remembered as. Today I will be cherishing each moment as I go about my day. I hope anyone reading this will too. You never really know which moment will be your last.