I thought my life was going at a moderate pace. Everybody agreed, except one guy whom I met while standing outside a cafe waiting for my mom to pick me up. He had told me, while smiling, that my life was moving faster than i thought, and I was taking it for granted. I thought he was just being arrogant or making fun of me, until life suddenly slowed down to my moderate pace as i watched my mother die in a car crash, right in front of me. Nothing worse than to be in realization of how fast the world was actually moving, than to Have the guy who practically knew it was going to happen sitting through it with me. And yet, he was so sweet.