Some weeks ago, I met a man who died in a car crash and, well, he was dead for some days, he got resurrected and he has a speech impediment and also some spasms. He was visiting Mexico for the first time. So I took him to a nice restaurant, we eat, we talk, he shares his experiences with me and then we went to my place. At my home, I asked if he ever played a videogame before, he said no. So I grabbed my controller, gave to him, started up BO3 zombies and asked if he wanted to play. Of course, he said yes. Seeing him try to hold the controller and move the sticks with his spasms made me think. I saw his positivity and kindness and overall happiness. It gave me faith and I realized how lucky I am. His name is John, by the way