A man named Rico taught me to sail. I didn't learn much but, then, we didn't have more than two or three lessons. Rico was dying and he couldn't sail alone anymore. He asked me if I'd go along 'just in case' and I agreed to do so. Rico could barely sit without assistance on our last sail. I did it on my own with his instruction and encouragement. He had a great time. Two days later he died.
I haven't been sailing since Rico's last time out. While I didn't learn much about sailing from Rico. I did learn a lot about living - and a little bit about dying.
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