There is a disease that creeps.
An affliction determined to destroy.
Look to your left, there they are. This person, of which whom you know had you made one life decision differently could have been you.
Look to your right, and there they are again. A little bit shinier, and maybe even more lustrous. You notice the outcome of this persons life is similar to the first, in that it’s not yours.
Look straight ahead and you see an old flame. A long-lost love of yours that you think you regret letting go, in the arms of another and the damned thought that courses through your mind:
In an airport where over 8 million passengers pass through in one day, 
Once again, Kim and I have the amazing opportunity to go on a short-term mission trip.
