I woke up early today, before the clowns and in the silence of a cool November morning, I wrote a post. Not an ordinary my kid shoved skittles up his nose kind of post. Not a my job or life sucks and God has all the answers type of post. This one was a little different.
You see when I was a junior in high school I lost my best friend to a car accident. And this morning, while I was thinking of something to blog about, my thoughts turned to my friend and I begin to type. I wrote about how I spoke to him hours before the accident and he wanted me to go with him. I wrote about when I got the news. I wrote about the following weeks and how I would see his face from time to time in a crowed hallway. I wrote about being 16/17 years old and dealing with death up close and personal. And as I sat at my computer typing away, a grown man, thinking about those events so long ago, my eyes welled up with tears.
Scars are souvenirs you never lose...
No, those scars stay with you forever. I'm so sorry you had to face death like that at such a young age. :(
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