The date was February 23, 1984. I graduated from college in the spring of ’83 and turned 26 a little over a month ago. This morning I got up, picked up a friend and drove to a nearby ski resort for the day.
On the last run I was by myself because my friend wasn’t as experienced as I am. It was a black diamond run and I’ve been skiing for as long as I can remember. I was even on the Ski Patrol on 2 other Montana ski resorts. Just not at this particular mountain.
Anyway, during that last run I had a massive heart attack and died on the side of the mountain.
The end.
That’s life. It begins without our consent. It can end at any moment.
Sure. Life is hard. Just try not to waste it. Find something to do that’s meaningful to you in order to justify your suffering.
If you’re lucky you can live a longer life than I did. And, when your life is near the end you can say, “Man, that was hard! But so worth it.”
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