I think it’ll be important, but I’m not sure what I will post here exactly. All I know is when my big brother died at a young age, I knew this was serious business. No do-overs. Funny thing is when he died he saved my life. Twice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My brothers death didn’t teach me “how” to live. It taught me to get busy living. He was 26 when he died and I was 22. I learned the hard way that things can go sideways at any minute. That was the first lesson. He saved my life from mediocrity and subsequent regret.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He saved my life again some years later when I found that I had the same heart condition that killed him. It just took longer to develop in me to the point to where it was critical. I got lucky. Wait… was that luck? Or, could there be a reason why he died and I got to learn from it? Hmmmmm. I really don’t know. That’s not what I’m saying at all. Either way, I’m working to get better and better at this “life” thing. I’m not trying to be a saint. But, I can certainly get more in tune with who I am and what I’m doing here… what I’m good at. That way maybe I can be helpful to someone, somewhere. I don’t know. I really don’t know. I’m just trying to take what I’ve been given, be thankful for it and make good of it. That’s all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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I think it’ll be important, but I’m not sure what I will post here exactly. All I know is when my big brother died at a young age, I knew this was serious business. No do-overs. Funny thing is when he died he saved my life. Twice. My brothers death didn’t teach me “how” to … <\/p>\n