I'm glad to be here today.
Last August I was told that in all likelihood I had three to six months left to live.
I'm on month nine now.
Somebody said to me, in light of those numbers...
"Wow, so you are really beating the Grim Reaper."
And what I said without even thinking about is that...
We don't beat the Reaper by living longer...
We beat the Reaper by living well.
'Cause I assure you I've done a lot of really stupid things,
And none of them bother me.
All the mistakes, all the dopy things and all the times I was embarrassed...
They don't matter.
What matters is that, I can kind of look back and say:
"Pretty much anytime I got a chance to do something cool, I tried to grab for it."
And that's where my solace comes from.
Thank you.