my best friends (who served in my mission) was a lawyer in Singapore for a big NYC-based firm. He traveled M-F throughout China, staying home on the weekends. When he was 38 (and in great shape), he came home on a Friday night and had a stroke as he slept. He didn’t die but he lost memory of loving his family. He also could no longer be an attorney. He left his family, and his poor wife and kids moved backed home to pick up the pieces. What was once their life trajectory changed dramatically in an instant. It was tragic. Life is very fragile.