You know, when you’re feeling down, sometimes the man upstairs will give you one of those “Oh, yeah?” moments. You know, where you’re feeling mopey and dumped on and sorry for yourself and that you have the Reverse Midas Touch* but then God says “Oh yeah? Yeah, I can see how bad you have it. Indeed, it sucks to be you, sure. Do me a solid though, and check this out for a moment…” and promptly smacks you across the face with the cold fish of reality.
WARNING: Legitimate heartbreaking content included in the following links!
DO NOT READ IF YOU DON’T WANT TO BAWL YOUR EYES OUT. THAT IS YOUR LAST WARNING!
http://www.komonews.com/news/34851839.html
http://www.komonews.com/news/problemsolvers/34862329.html
http://www.komonews.com/news/problemsolvers/34241094.html
Now, I really feel like a jerk for being the sad-sack SOB I was this morning, and so I should.
Rest in Peace Brenden Foster. You handled yourself with far more class and dignity than a lot of adults would have. Shoot, I know you handled yourself better then I would have. Eleven years old and you’re just glad you got to ride the ride for as long as you did.
The world is a better place having had you in it, for the short time you were here. If there’s a heaven, you’re undoubtedly in it.
*you know what I mean, where you feel like everything you touch turns to shit and garbage?
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