The Next Person You Meet in Heaven

by Mitch Albom

No story sits by itself. Our lives connect like threads on a loom, interwoven in ways we never realize.

Had he taken the truck, this story would be different. Had Annie and Paulo not stopped for a final round of photographs, this story would be different. Had the limousine driver remembered to bring a bag that was sitting by his apartment door, this story would be different. The tale of your life is written second by second, as shifting as the flip of a pencil to an eraser.

“No act done for someone else is ever wasted.”

“You lose something every day you live, Annie. Sometimes it’s as tiny as the breath you just expelled, sometimes it’s so big you think you won’t survive it.”