The message, followed by a call... John Hunt passed away.
Immediately I started thinking about everything we had accomplished together and it made me feel better.
He lived his life, he really did. Saw his children become adults and even though he couldn't see anything his vision was bigger than life.
I remember the wild man flipping over our heads because he didn't want to wear a safety harness, a man who will follow our voices even though water was raising to our necks, a man who pursuit his black Bell and then subject us to very dangerous karate demonstrations...
This is what I choose to remember, this is his legacy. I can only hope to die pursuing my dreams as he fearless did.
I know something that sets me apart from the rest... IM NOT ENTITLED TO SHIT!!!!
It has been over a month since I spent more than 24 hours at home, I'm constantly working even when I am not because I want to get everything I was told I couldn't have.
Just because I VOLUNTEERED to serve my country doesn't entitle me to receive free shit, there are many organizations that reach out asking if I want a (fill in the blank ________ .
I bounce back and forth from every corner of this land connecting the dots, meeting new people and trying to give more than I take.
I do it to provide my family with a better future, not money but memories that will last long after I'm gone.