Blowfish

...sushi to die for!!!

Had dinner with friends at Santana Row in San Jose at one of the best sushi place in town. We ordered a lot of handrolled makis, appetizers and finally, desserts. It is really a place to die for! But I never had a chance to enjoy any of it because a very good friend sent a text message saying he was in hospital, with chest pains and having a hard time breathing but is now home and doing okay.

Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatttttttttttttt???

Kids, I can only take so much of this hospital stuff! I work in one, remember? So I know what goes on in there! Well, I guess not so much in Manila. But still... Panic mode sets in and I start thinking of all the things that can go wrong.

So instead of enjoying some expensive sushi, I sat there thinking of him. And wishing he really IS okay. But I know, I'll find out one way or the other. Instead, I started thinking of my friends' mortality. I know; pretty morbid, huh? It's not that I am invincible myself. I probably have more factors working against me in this struggle to "live longer". But I'm not worried about me. I am worried about these younger guys who still have a full life ahead of them. I am worried that these guys who are supposed to be the future torch bearers are not taking care of themselves better. If they go now, what will the future look like? I know that someone will take their place but there will be a big void to fill.

I don't fear death but it is not natural for younger people to go before I do.

There is a Japanese legend that this one fisherman caught a blowfish one time and ate it. He died, of course. Another fisherman saw him and also ate a blowfish. He died, too. A third fisherman tried to eat blowfish and died instantly. And on and on and on. Yup - blowfish...sushi to die for!