Several summers ago, I almost died.
A sudden fever. Hallucinations. A rush to the hospital. Spinal meningitis and Rocky Mountain spotted fever—at the same time. I was nine years old.
That was the first time I remember brushing up against death, but not the last. There have been others—on highways, in combat zones, in quiet moments of collapse. And yet, somehow, I’m still here. So are you.
This video is a meditation on that fact. On how fragile we are. And how unfathomably unlikely our existence really is.
It begins with a childhood memory and ends with a question: What would change if we really understood how miraculous it is that we’re alive?
We are the sugar cube. We are the quarter. And this life? It’s no accident.
▶️ Watch the full video. Then share it with someone who might need a reminder: you’re not a mistake. You're a miracle.
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