…was young once.
Once they were a small baby. Then they were a child. Then a teenager in love.
Perhaps once they got married, and felt jitters on their wedding day.
They bought a house.
They had children.
You see them as they are now; someone on a stretcher who cannot walk, maybe cannot communicate. But that is a single point, on a life that is a line.
There was a whole lifetime that went before. They are all of those people; the baby, the young man or woman, the bride or groom.
And we all will grow old, if we are lucky. So we are them, too.