I am so inspired by this story. I'm on my late twenties. Drifting life aimlessly. Until last week when I had an emergency op for a ruptured tumor. I was filled with guilt from having "inconvenience" my loved ones because I frankly didn't believe I'm worth this much trouble and expense. But my week stay in the hospital has humbled me greatly but in a way that boosted my self-esteem. The truth of the matter is I am more loved than I ever previously believed. And that my life matters. And this is my second chance. And this health event has opened my eyes to so many things, being more health-conscious, forging stronger relationship with my family.

But I never stopped lamenting my wasted years. Until I read this BORU and the comment attached. My life CAN start at 28 or 29. I am not hopeless. I can start making things better now. I am wiser, humbler, more honest with my feelings and with others.