On Wednesday March 30, 2005 a child, a student, a boy, a son died. He collapsed in my school's library and was soon rushed to the hospital. He died there. He was 16. And he had his whole life ahead of him. My school the past few days: sad, upset, dont know what to do, and scared. We are remembering. We are mourning the loss of a family member of our school. My school is so small (about 400 kids), that we are family. This boy was healthy. He was the 2nd baseman for varsity baseball. And on Wednesday, he died randomly. We are remembering, we are helping eachother out. We talk. We go to class. We make bracelets in the Auditorium where students play their guitars and drums, and whatever they have. Teachers crying. Students crying. Teachers huging other teachers. Students hugging Students. Students hugging teachers. I will never take my friends forgranted, my life forgranted, my education forgranted, my family forgranted, nothing ever again. Life is too short to hate others. Life is to short to waste on garbage. Life is too short. It is not fair! It is not fair! A young, healthy, junior, dead...Why? Why to his family? Why to his friends? Why to my school? Why to society. Live life to the fullest. Cherish the good times and comfort during the bad. Peace. Sorry...I just had to get it out of my system. Thanks.

Thanks again all...
The funeral was earlier this morning.
It was very sad.
G-d bless you all.
And don't forget:
TAKE NOTHING FORGRANTED. NOTHING!

oh my gosh i cant believe that. He must have been really something for god to take him back. I know it is hard right now. my uncle, granddad, grandma have died within the last three years. if you want to talk or listen, or just be noisemail me. I can listen, talk, or just be as well. although i am really good at listening.

It's my belief that when someone dies, it is because God requested their presence in heaven with Him. Death is sad and yet also glorious at the same time. You just have to remember that the boy left a world where there is hate, violence, fear, and terror and that he went to a more peaceful place.

Benje309 here.Thanks for the thoughts and offers to talk and i will probably take those up...but not right now...but soon. Thanks again.

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These are the days worth living,
These are the years we're given,
And these are the moments,
These are the times,
Let's make the best out of our lives...

-The Calling
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Thanks for being my friends,
FRIENDS

In Kindergarten your idea of a good friend was the person who let you have the red crayon when all that was left was the ugly black one.

In first grade your idea of a good friend was the person who counted the slowest for you when it was your turn at the water fountain.

In second grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you stand up to the class bully.

In third grade your idea of a good friend was the person who shared their lunch with you when you forgot yours on the bus.

In fourth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who was willing to switch square dancing partners in gym so you wouldn't have to be stuck do-si-doing with Nasty Nick or Smelly Susan.

In fifth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who saved a seat on the back of the bus for you.

In sixth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who went up to Nick or Susan, your new crush, and asked them to dance with you, so that is they said "no" you wouldn't have to be embarrassed.

In seventh grade your idea of a good friend was the person who let you copy the Social Studies homework from the night before that you had.

In eighth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you pack up your stuffed animals and old baseball stuff, but didn't laugh when you finished and burst into tears.

In ninth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who would go to a party thrown by a senior so you wouldn't wind up being the only freshman there.

In tenth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who changed their schedule so you would still have someone to sit with at lunch.

In eleventh grade your idea of a good friend was the person who gave you rides in their new car, convinced your parents that you shouldn't be grounded, counseled you when you broke up with Nick or Susan, and found you a date to the prom.

In twelfth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you pick out a college/university, assured you that you would get in, and helped you deal with your parents who where having a hard time adjusting to letting you go.

At graduation your idea of a good friend was the person who was crying on the inside, but managed the biggest smile one could give as they congratulated you on all you had achieved.

The summer after graduation your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you clean up the bottles from that party, helped you sneak out of the house when you just couldn't deal with your parents, assured you that now you and Nick or Susan were back together you could make it through anything. Helped you pack up for college and just silently hugged you as you looked through misty eyes back at 18 years of memories you where going to leave behind. Finally, on those last days of childhood, went out of their way to give you reassurance that you would make it in college as well as you had the past 18 years, and most importantly, sent you off knowing you were loved.

Now your idea of a good friend is still the person who gives you the better of the two choices, holds your hand when you’re scared, helps you fight off those who try to bring you down, thinks of you at times when you are not there, reminds you of what you have forgotten, helps you put the past behind you but understand when you need to hold onto it for just a bit longer, stays with you so that you have confidence, goes out of their way to make time for you, helps you clear up your mistakes, and most of all, lets you know that you will always be loved.
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The only truly dead are those who have been forgotten.
-Jewish Proverb
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You miss 100% of the shots you don't take.

-Wayne Gretzky
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"Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in awhile, you could miss it." -Ferris....CHERISH THE GOOD TIMES.
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Best friends are the siblings God forgot to give us.

-Unknown
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"Friendship is like peeing your pants. Everyone can see, but only you can feel its warmth."
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"When it hurts to look back, and you're afraid to look ahead, you can look beside you and your best friend will be there."
-Unknown
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Yeetgadal v'eetkadash sh'mey rabbah B'almah dee v'rah kheer'utey v' yamleekh malkhutei b'chahyeykhohn uv' yohmeykhohn uv'chahyei d'chohl beyt yisrael, ba'agalah u'veez'man kareev v'eemru...Y'hey sh'met rabbah m'varach l'alam u'l'almey almahyah.
May His great Name grow exalted and sanctified in the world that He created as He willed. May He give reign to His kingship in your lifetimes and in your days and in the lifetimes of the entire Family of Israel swiftly and soon. May His great Name be blessed forever.
---Jewish Mourner's Kaddish
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A coward dies a thousand deaths, the brave just one.
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Peace.

Benje, that is awful. I'm so, so, so sorry. Email me too, if you want to talk.

My friend was a year older than me and died two years ago. Just collapsed at home, dead before the ambulance arrived. They say the doctors gave him conflicting medication and it gave him a heart attack. I was stricken with grief for days. I know how it feels to lose somebody.

Benje, you're more than welcome to noisemail me if you wish to talk. I'll listen.