Less than 24 hours after eating gummy worm brownies with Nate, Andy and I found ourselves standing in a hospital room with his family. Although Nate was young and strong, he had a weak heart. On Saturday he was doing some back flips off a boat and had a hard time catching his breath. He passed away on the way to the hospital.
What kind of slice do I write about that? And why do I feel compelled to share this personal slice of my life with this very public community, most of which I’ve never met, nor comment? I just know you are out there and reading because our stats show more than a thousand people read every day.
I think the slice of life is this: Life is fragile. Share your story with others. Listen to the stories of the people you care about. Take time to sit down, brew a cup of coffee, and talk about all the stuff that doesn’t seem to matter. That’s what our friendship with Nate was about. We talked about music and college and friends and tattoos and family and whether vegetables really needed to be eaten. Somehow all of that nothing bubbled into something. What was left was a special friendship. Our lives are richer because of Nate and I’m thankful to have taken the time to just be together.
Who should you sit down and talk with today? Trust me the housework and errands and the list of “to-do’s” can wait. Sharing our stories with one another can’t.
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