“How tragic. Praying for your quick recovery.”
“I’m crying. Why can’t God open His eyes and let that cheating man die instead of you!”
“That scumbag is wasting oxygen by being alive.”
I read through each comment, touched by the kindness of strangers.
Many people asked about my current situation, and I responded with a unified answer: “I’m not waiting for them anymore. I’m going to spend my remaining time traveling.”
Shortly after posting this, I received a private message: “Hello, have you planned where to go yet?”
The sender’s profile picture was a golden retriever puppy with a camera hanging around its neck, tongue out in a silly grin.
Sensing no malicious intent, I replied: “Armenia first.”
A place I’ve always wanted to visit.
“To see Lake Sevan?”
“Yes.”
“Would you mind having a travel companion?”
My typing fingers paused briefly. I was about to refuse when he sent over a dozen photos.
ID photos, casual snapshots, award certificates, and a video introducing himself.
His name was Lucien, 26 years old, a documentary filmmaker currently collecting material who found my story intriguing.
Handsome, accomplished, and young–he sounded like a scammer.
But when I searched for him online, I discovered he was legitimate.
So I gave it serious thought and eventually agreed to his suggestion.
If I happened to die on the road, at least someone would be there to take care of my body.
Before boarding, we exchanged contact information.
I had just settled into my hotel room when I received a message on my phone.
Still with the golden retriever profile picture, he sent a voice message: “I’ve arrived, but I have quite a bit of luggage. Could you come help me carry some of it?”
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It took me a moment to process that he was indeed ordering around a terminally ill patient.
I found myself inexplicably smiling, then grabbed my phone and headed out.
The hotel was tucked away in a small alley where taxis couldn’t enter, forcing them to stop at the entrance.
I walked toward the alley entrance and spotted a conspicuous figure.
Nearly six feet tall, dressed simply.
But the ground around him was littered with pots, pans, and two suitcases.
The only attractive features about him were his face and the camera hanging around his neck.
He recognized me, grinning as he waved: “I’m Lucien!”
His cheerful demeanor reminded me of the golden retriever in his profile picture.
I approached him, politely introduced myself, and asked what he needed me to carry.
He pointed to the smaller suitcase nearby.
I pushed it slightly–it was light–but I deliberately said, “Don’t you feel guilty making a sick person help you?”
Lucien shook his head without hesitation: “Someone free–spirited enough to spend their remaining time traveling probably doesn’t like special treatment. From the moment we started chatting, I’ve treated you like any normal
person.”
I was pleasantly surprised–he had read me correctly.
With our first impressions being positive, our subsequent interactions flowed smoothly.
On the way back, Lucien talked non–stop about his recent expedition deep into the wilderness.
He had been filming a 70–year–old wilderness survival enthusiast, following his death–defying adventures until he’d gotten eight shades darker from the sun.
Mid–story, he lowered his head in gratitude: “Meeting you is my good fortune. These accommodations are so nice I could cry.”
That made me laugh.
“Then make sure you film me looking/good–this is my life’s video, after all.”
“Leave it to me!”
After dinner, I lay on the bed, slowing my breathing to alleviate the fatigue settled in my body.
I was so weak.
There were still many places I wanted to visit, but I wasn’t sure how many I’d manage to see.
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As my mood sank, my phone vibrated.
Lucien asked: “Is now a good time to record?”
“Yes.” Lucien set up his camera and took a seat on the sofa not far away.
“Nervous?”
I shook my head.
Lucien raised his eyebrows in surprise: “Then how are you feeling right now?”
“Excited.”
The vitality that illness had worn away was slowly returning, bit by bit, thanks to new and interesting experiences.
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