I feel more sympathy to a widow with young kids whose bread-winning husband dies prematurely than I do to a fathomlessly wealthy woman of 95 whose husband dies a couple of months off his 100th birthday. Call me callous if you will. One is a tragedy, the other an inevitability.
I feel more sympathy to a widow with young kids whose bread-winning husband dies prematurely than I do to a fathomlessly wealthy woman of 95 whose husband dies a couple of months off his 100th birthday.
I feel more sympathy to a widow with young kids whose bread-winning husband dies prematurely than I do to a fathomlessly wealthy woman of 95 whose husband dies a couple of months off his 100th birthday. Call me callous if you will. One is a tragedy, the other an inevitability.