Love like there's no tomorrow.

It was supposed to be a routine 2-hour flight from Palm Beach to JFK.

Then, everything changed.

A man in first class went into cardiac arrest—just a few rows in front of us.

They pulled him into the aisle and laid him flat.

Four doctors on board rotated giving him CPR.

You could see the desperation on their faces.

But it wasn’t enough.

He died mid-air.

He looked healthy. Maybe early 60s.

From the outside, it made no sense.

I keep thinking about his wife—now a widow—sobbing next to him.

Did he say I love you before takeoff?

Did he tell his kids what they meant to him before he left?

Life is fragile.

No matter how much we want to believe we’ve got time... we don’t know.

So here’s the reminder:

Don’t wait for the “right moment.”

Tell the people you love that you love them — while you still can.

— Mike