33

The man asked me if I was going to fight again.

I told him that I didn't know.

He asked my age after that.

“32,” I said. 

He nodded and said, “It's crazy to think that Jesus died at 33. 33 and 27, those are the ages when so many impactful people die. 33 and 2, he repeated. “They did so much in such a short amount of time. We still remember them.”

I blinked at him. “Maybe they died because of the impact they had. That's why they got Jesus, isn't it?”

He furrowed his brow and didn't say anything for a few seconds. Eventually, he said, “I'm going to have to think about that one for a while.”

After he left, I wondered if he was implying that I might die soon and got a little irritated.

But then I remembered how far from Christ I am, and sighed in relief. 

Still, though, if he knew about the book I just wrote, he’d know how spooky what he just said was . . .

-CH 8/8/25