Guess I'll update
Well, today was an alright day, until I got a call from my mom. It was one of those calls that you know something bad happened just by the calm tone. I asked how bad could it be, what happened, someone die or something?
Though in fact someone did, a friend I knew, and he died very young. He was one of those guys who didn't make all the right decisions in high school, hanged around the wrong crowd most of the times. He got in trouble what seemed to be over and over in being in the wrong place at the wrong time, bringing and doing things to school which he should not have even been involved with, and never could improve these problems. Though he was a few year older then me, 3 to be exact, so we had a few things in common. I remember me and his brother, who was 3 year younger then me, would always play games or watch tv together. Also there were times we would wrestle on their trampliene, me and zach, against chad, though he would still be able to beat us.
It all is just a memory now, with nothing of such ever to happen again. Chad enlisted in the Army after highschool and was deployed in Iraq for a few months. After he came home he was changed, he still had the solid face, one where if you were passing him on the street he looked a guy that hardly smiled, but if you looked into his eyes you'd see different, and in fact once you got to know him, he smiled pretty often.
Though I haven't kept up on what he has been doing as of late, where he was or doing, just that he came home, which after he did I had the pleasure of seeing him and his family at O'Charles a few months ago. He was all dressed up in his camo uniform, along with a buddy of his, and it suited him well. Though with Chad, this area seemed only to be a bad place for him, Baldwin I mean. For some reason Chad still failed to have to power to say no, the power which some rely on their friends to do for them. I do not know the specifics, but I can only assume that the company Chad had in high school reunited with him after he came home. Which lead him to his death, hardly more than a mile away from a place which I visit nearly everyday.
I thought that I would have some feeling, some uneasiness which could only be described as undescibable
lurking in my gut the night he was in trouble. If there is any place to cast blame, I do so at his company. I only wish he had friends such as myself, ones who he could depend on to give him the right answers to such simple problems, to protect him, to be there so he can learn. To learn the basics to cherish life, and not abuse it to the point where it can be taken from you, which harms not only your existence, but everyone else who loves you.
All I can say to him now is rest in peace, we'll all be with you, someday.
Though in fact someone did, a friend I knew, and he died very young. He was one of those guys who didn't make all the right decisions in high school, hanged around the wrong crowd most of the times. He got in trouble what seemed to be over and over in being in the wrong place at the wrong time, bringing and doing things to school which he should not have even been involved with, and never could improve these problems. Though he was a few year older then me, 3 to be exact, so we had a few things in common. I remember me and his brother, who was 3 year younger then me, would always play games or watch tv together. Also there were times we would wrestle on their trampliene, me and zach, against chad, though he would still be able to beat us.
It all is just a memory now, with nothing of such ever to happen again. Chad enlisted in the Army after highschool and was deployed in Iraq for a few months. After he came home he was changed, he still had the solid face, one where if you were passing him on the street he looked a guy that hardly smiled, but if you looked into his eyes you'd see different, and in fact once you got to know him, he smiled pretty often.
Though I haven't kept up on what he has been doing as of late, where he was or doing, just that he came home, which after he did I had the pleasure of seeing him and his family at O'Charles a few months ago. He was all dressed up in his camo uniform, along with a buddy of his, and it suited him well. Though with Chad, this area seemed only to be a bad place for him, Baldwin I mean. For some reason Chad still failed to have to power to say no, the power which some rely on their friends to do for them. I do not know the specifics, but I can only assume that the company Chad had in high school reunited with him after he came home. Which lead him to his death, hardly more than a mile away from a place which I visit nearly everyday.
I thought that I would have some feeling, some uneasiness which could only be described as undescibable
lurking in my gut the night he was in trouble. If there is any place to cast blame, I do so at his company. I only wish he had friends such as myself, ones who he could depend on to give him the right answers to such simple problems, to protect him, to be there so he can learn. To learn the basics to cherish life, and not abuse it to the point where it can be taken from you, which harms not only your existence, but everyone else who loves you.
All I can say to him now is rest in peace, we'll all be with you, someday.