backbreaker
Master Don Juan
yesterday I sat in war memorial stadium in my home town, little rock, watching my beloved arknasas razorbacks beat the living snot out of the Mississippi state bull dogs. it was a good day. not too cold, not warm, we put together a really good game.
One of the players on the razorbacks is a RS freshman TE named Garrett Uekman.. i actually grew up not too far from him, same neighborhood. He played a decent game, he's a reserve right now but when h played he held his own. plays alot on special teams. He's on the field fighting for a win with his team, the team goes back to Fayetville last night, and he's out doing his thing on a Saturday night, goes home, goes to bed to get ready for practice today
and doesn't wake up. no drugs, didn't do antyhing silly ro stupid, just had a heart condition. heart just stopped beating. died in his sleep. 19 years old. perfect health, or at least better health/shape than the vast majority of Americans. great well to do famimly, went to private school in little rock, just gone.
it's quite sad. it got me to thinking.. nothing in life is guarantee. nothing. not today, not tomorrow. you can do "everything right" and there is no guarantee that tomorrow is granted to you.
I hate to bring it to a level this trivial but it really puts all this **** here in perspective.
what if there is no tomorrow? I'm tot he point in my life, I'm not really afraid to die.. when it's time to go as much as I am petrified of not living while I'm here.
what if you say "I'll get the courage to speak to that girl next time I see here" and there is no next time, because you are dead? What if you say "well when the time is right i will start working on that hobby I don't have time for now" only to die tomorrow for no apparent reason?
there is no magical number in life where you finally start to "worry" about death.
Life is just too short, to not do exactly what you want to do in it. to not try to life it to the fullest. To not go after exactly what you want with no reservations whatsoever.
One of the players on the razorbacks is a RS freshman TE named Garrett Uekman.. i actually grew up not too far from him, same neighborhood. He played a decent game, he's a reserve right now but when h played he held his own. plays alot on special teams. He's on the field fighting for a win with his team, the team goes back to Fayetville last night, and he's out doing his thing on a Saturday night, goes home, goes to bed to get ready for practice today
and doesn't wake up. no drugs, didn't do antyhing silly ro stupid, just had a heart condition. heart just stopped beating. died in his sleep. 19 years old. perfect health, or at least better health/shape than the vast majority of Americans. great well to do famimly, went to private school in little rock, just gone.
it's quite sad. it got me to thinking.. nothing in life is guarantee. nothing. not today, not tomorrow. you can do "everything right" and there is no guarantee that tomorrow is granted to you.
I hate to bring it to a level this trivial but it really puts all this **** here in perspective.
what if there is no tomorrow? I'm tot he point in my life, I'm not really afraid to die.. when it's time to go as much as I am petrified of not living while I'm here.
what if you say "I'll get the courage to speak to that girl next time I see here" and there is no next time, because you are dead? What if you say "well when the time is right i will start working on that hobby I don't have time for now" only to die tomorrow for no apparent reason?
there is no magical number in life where you finally start to "worry" about death.
Life is just too short, to not do exactly what you want to do in it. to not try to life it to the fullest. To not go after exactly what you want with no reservations whatsoever.
