Time is relative to all that is around us. We don't pay attention to most things that are not around us. We don't pay attention to what was once there.
We travel down our own roads of life, not thinking much of the road of anyone else. Once in a while we encounter someone who is concerned with a piece. It is not their road. They don't do the whole journey. Some stay longer than others.
Sometimes we stop and look back. You think, "I've come that far?" We are in awe. Parents of special needs children, grab the photo album. Look at last year and the year before. You will see your child's progress...their road. A yearly picture may even show you something in failure-to-thrive (one of the toughest to see progress).
Looking at my road...at first it appears as an average road. Look back, though, to when my brain injury started. "Oh my..." someone says. It starts with no heartbeat, not breathing, and below normal body temperature. I travel so slow that is not noticed. http://thoughtfulveg.blogspot.com/2014/10/the-medical-records-of-horror-story.html
Think about that for a minute. We are talking about a very serious brain injury. It shouldn't be recoverable. Yet, I am the one who wrote this. My road is a dirt path in the country. Everyone else I deal with is on the highway.