The just read the saddest story I have read in quite some time. I read of a a Michigan prep star named Wes Leonard who played for Fennville H.S. We was a big time gamer in Michigan. This week he led the perfect sports fanatic dream. Wes hit the last shot in what was a perfect baskeball season for his High school. Kids grow up dreaming of these types of endings. Last shot, win the game, end a perfect season to help send your team into the playoffs.
What kids don't dream about is less then 10 minutes after "living the dream", dropping dead of cardiac arrest. My eyes well up with tears just thinking of this. My thoughts go to his situation (I don't know the family backround). But if there's a dad, was he there. A fathers greatest joy is seeing his kids succeed. Did he even have time to hug/congradulate him? Mom the same thing? How do his teammates respond? His best friend? My heart breaks and my prayers go out for all those who loved the boy, who lived the dream, who faded in the midst of his moment.
In reading the articles of this young mans character, I loved that one school official said : "Beyond his outstanding athletic abilities, Wes was a better person."
Death is NEVER an easy thing to digest. When it comes suddenly though, it's literally paralyzing. We are all working towards death, and when we get there it will be determined and measured how much LIVING we actually did. We miss those gone before us for 1 of 2 reasons.
1. Because we feel there was so much more LIVING meant to be done.
2. Because the LIVING was done so well, we never wanted to see it end.
Death is the end of what was meant to be a purposeful beginning. Some of us get longer then others. Here's a couple questions to ponder and ask yourself:
If death took you so suddenly, could the same be said about you?
Was your life worth living?
Would someone else ever want to live your life?
"A good name is better than precious ointment; and the day of death than the day of one's birth."
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