Today I came across an article on Fox News that said the “U.S. life expectancy hits new high” of 78 years. My great-grandmother was 81 before she died of cancer, and that was about 15 years ago. It’s possible I may exceed the average life expectancy of our nation. In my research on malaria, I came across statistics that said the life expectancy here in Ghana is only 60 years of age. In the past, I acknowledged that data like this was sad, but it was never personal for me. That day that I came across this information on the internet invoked significant emotions of sadness in me. My eyes welled up with tears and my heart felt heavy. I’ve made friends here—Ghanaian friends. And I thought, I may live to be 75 or 80 years old, but my friend Angie will only live to be 60. She’ll die 15 to 20 years before me! Think about it. This means that I must make the most of my time with Angie and my other Ghanaian friends.