I come bearing sad news. I just found out a few days ago that a family friend of mine past away. He was 19 years old and died of a drug overdose. I vividly remember playing in his room when we were younger. I stopped talking to him as I got older because he was going down a path I did not want to be apart of. It’s strange how two kids from the same neighborhood end up in two completely different places. His death is tragic and I feel awful for his family. His funeral is Jul. 2. God bless his family and his loved ones.
However, his death has made me realize just how fragile life is. In one day, one hour or one minute, my life could be taken from me. I cherish every single moment and I hope everyone else does too. Every hour of every day is special and should not be forgotten. I try to live my life to the fullest and live to God’s glory, because I do not know what will happen tomorrow. A familiar bible verse and a piece of advice given to me by my father still rings clear today, “Just worry about today and tomorrow will take care of itself.”