flgmtech
05-01-2007, 08:21 PM
Hello to all that read this, I am not sure if this is the right place for this and If it is not I apologize.
Today I went to say goodbye to a friend that I spent a year and a half helping to teach the day to day workings of becoming a Dealership Technician.
He came right out of High school, he was 18 and so full of life and energy, he still lived at home with Mom and Dad and always had a smile. He never let anything get to him, and his favorite saying was "It'll be alright".
Well last Saturday night that all changed. At 3:00 a.m. in the morning while out riding his motorcycle, he came upon a car that had just hit the dividing wall of the highway and when he went to go around the accident he did not see nor could he have thought that the passenger, A 16 year old girl (out riding with a 26 year old man driving drunk whom also had a previous DUI, was racing another car when he lost control and hit the divider.) would run out from the back side of the car directly into his path.
He hit her head on, killing her and throwing him from his motorcycle which killed him as well.
I never thought this young man so full of energy could be taken so young. He was so full of life and so larger than life I never thought he would stand still.
I was naive, I realize that when God is ready to call you home, that is what he will do.
I am still in shock that someone so young will never know what having a wife and a family will be like. He will never have a place of his own, or see his kids act in a play, or learn how to ride a bike for the first time. He will never take them trick or treating or see them lose their first tooth or say Dad for the first time.
I have been so saddened by this that it has left me in a daze. I have sought understanding and only found confusion, no one should have to die, but it is all the sadder when someone dies so young.
I used sit in prison and pray that I would live long enough to leave...then this happens and I realized how selfish my thoughts were, when there were people whom died every day long before they had a chance to live, to love, to laugh....
I pray that the good Lord looks out for him and the young girl that also lost her life that tragic night. I also pray for both families and their loved ones and friends. I also wish to pray for those whose loved ones are in prison and can not reach out and hold your hand and tell you how much you mean to them, and how much they care for you and love you.
But believe me when I tell you, every night inside of those walls, men kneel down in small groups or alone and they pray for those outside not just for themselves, they long for you and pray for your safety.
I did this every day and night, I know that my family moved on while I was in but I still know that the good Lord watched over them and that my prayers did not go unanswered.
I can not tell you that the prison walls are full of saints, but I can tell you that I saw allot of good men pray for hope and salvation.
I carry the memories of prison with me and have been blessed to have learned valuable lessons from my time. I learned that there is more to life than what I want or need. I am merely a traveler in this world. I can take as many memories as I can carry, but I will never be able to make the world the way I wish it to be. I have accepted the fact that every day is precious and even the smallest of things are valuable. The smell of fresh cut grass, the sound of the breeze rustling through the leaves, the babbling of the waters as they move over the stones in the rivers and streams. The smell of the rain as it falls upon the road, the quiet of the night as the crickets sound and the frogs sing. The dawn of a new day or the setting of the sun and the rising of the moon. The sound of a child's laughter or the warmth of a womans smile. The company of a good friend and the joy of being able to wake up each day.
These are the things I learned to enjoy, the things most people take for granted.....
God bless you all.
Tim
Today I went to say goodbye to a friend that I spent a year and a half helping to teach the day to day workings of becoming a Dealership Technician.
He came right out of High school, he was 18 and so full of life and energy, he still lived at home with Mom and Dad and always had a smile. He never let anything get to him, and his favorite saying was "It'll be alright".
Well last Saturday night that all changed. At 3:00 a.m. in the morning while out riding his motorcycle, he came upon a car that had just hit the dividing wall of the highway and when he went to go around the accident he did not see nor could he have thought that the passenger, A 16 year old girl (out riding with a 26 year old man driving drunk whom also had a previous DUI, was racing another car when he lost control and hit the divider.) would run out from the back side of the car directly into his path.
He hit her head on, killing her and throwing him from his motorcycle which killed him as well.
I never thought this young man so full of energy could be taken so young. He was so full of life and so larger than life I never thought he would stand still.
I was naive, I realize that when God is ready to call you home, that is what he will do.
I am still in shock that someone so young will never know what having a wife and a family will be like. He will never have a place of his own, or see his kids act in a play, or learn how to ride a bike for the first time. He will never take them trick or treating or see them lose their first tooth or say Dad for the first time.
I have been so saddened by this that it has left me in a daze. I have sought understanding and only found confusion, no one should have to die, but it is all the sadder when someone dies so young.
I used sit in prison and pray that I would live long enough to leave...then this happens and I realized how selfish my thoughts were, when there were people whom died every day long before they had a chance to live, to love, to laugh....
I pray that the good Lord looks out for him and the young girl that also lost her life that tragic night. I also pray for both families and their loved ones and friends. I also wish to pray for those whose loved ones are in prison and can not reach out and hold your hand and tell you how much you mean to them, and how much they care for you and love you.
But believe me when I tell you, every night inside of those walls, men kneel down in small groups or alone and they pray for those outside not just for themselves, they long for you and pray for your safety.
I did this every day and night, I know that my family moved on while I was in but I still know that the good Lord watched over them and that my prayers did not go unanswered.
I can not tell you that the prison walls are full of saints, but I can tell you that I saw allot of good men pray for hope and salvation.
I carry the memories of prison with me and have been blessed to have learned valuable lessons from my time. I learned that there is more to life than what I want or need. I am merely a traveler in this world. I can take as many memories as I can carry, but I will never be able to make the world the way I wish it to be. I have accepted the fact that every day is precious and even the smallest of things are valuable. The smell of fresh cut grass, the sound of the breeze rustling through the leaves, the babbling of the waters as they move over the stones in the rivers and streams. The smell of the rain as it falls upon the road, the quiet of the night as the crickets sound and the frogs sing. The dawn of a new day or the setting of the sun and the rising of the moon. The sound of a child's laughter or the warmth of a womans smile. The company of a good friend and the joy of being able to wake up each day.
These are the things I learned to enjoy, the things most people take for granted.....
God bless you all.
Tim