I have seen this before, and I started to cry, but then started thinking how wonderful his life is--compared to mine. He had and has the gusto to try to do and succeed at so many things and lives a happy life. While I sit here and complain about how unhappy I am about my life. I really should, but I haven't yet, really think about my life like a person looking down at it from a hill with binoculars, and try to see how to change it or at least enhance it.