Well.......today i received the news that an old co-worker of mine lost his life over the weekend.  The ailment???  I am uncertain, but that's not important,what's important is the loss.  One day while we were on the clock taking out the trash around the back of the building, he reached to his trunk and grabbed his skateboard.  i found it weird that he even possessed one since he was a baseball jock, but what's even weirder is that that moment impacted the rest of my life.  As we fiddled with wood, and faddled with pain, I remember something arising in me that told me I needed more, it's truly something thats unexplainable, but the joy and instant freedom overcame me, and its at that moment that i decided to start skating.  I can't say i really knew him, but i thank him, for he was the catalyst.  He's the reason i think the way i do, he's the reason i dress the way i do, and without his life i wouldn't be the man that i am.  He blessed me with some of my most cherished memories and feelings, and i will never forget him because of that.

I pray that Stephen Popp now knows what happiness is, and that he will remain in God's Kingdom forever, and ever. Amen.