Sebastian Junger

And, you know, atheists don't, I mean, I don't care if someone's a believer.

Like, why would I care in what you believe?

You know, like, but often believers are quite upset that you're an atheist, which is this bizarre, bizarre quirk of the psychology that I don't understand.

But at any rate, he raised his hand.

He said, you know, you're only alive because of God's grace.

And you have to be thankful.

You have to find Jesus and you have to be thankful to God for saving you because it was only his grace that saved you.

And I said, you know what?

I flatlined, right?

I did like what I do with upset people.

Like I didn't get emotional.

I went to zero, you know, zero Kelvin.

I said, you know what?

My problem with that is why me?

Like why me and not Tim?

Tim Hetherington was my buddy out at Restrepo, the guy I made the movie Restrepo with, who was killed in combat in Libya.

He died like I did.

He bled out, except he bled out not from an aneurysm but from a shrapnel wound in his groin, right?

So why me and not Tim, right?

And for that matter, why me and not a nine-year-old with cancer?