“Yesterday is history,
tomorrow’s a mystery.
Today is a gift -
that’s why they call it the present.”
I was first told the above phrase by a friend of mine, the same friend who called me today with some grim news. A mutual friend of ours died last night of an overdose. The paramedics tried to revive him but were unsuccessful.
I hadn’t talked to him in quite awhile (unfortunate, since he lives less than a mile from me), so I contacted him last night and asked if he wanted to get together.  He said that he wanted to, but had some plans that might fall though, and would give me a call later. I texted him at 6:30pm last night to see what he was up to. He said his plans fell through, but he had some unexpected visitors. No problem – we decided to raincheck it.
I just got the call tonight a little after 8:00pm. He had a lot of issues with depression, which caused him to use, which got him into trouble, which contributed to his low self-worth. It was a vicious cycle.  I guess I always hoped and assumed that he would eventually pull through.
It is a sureal feeling to talk to someone and then find out they are gone the next day. Â Rest in peace, good friend.
Chris Mischler, a dude in my high school class and whom I attended UW-Eau Claire with, is raising money for diabetes research. It’s a good cause, and he’s gone to some amazing lengths to accomplish his goals…
“A month ago, I had a full head of hair, no beard, no piercings, and no tattoos. I challenged my friends, family and coworkers to raise money for diabetes research, and at specified targets, I would make myself look more like Mr. T. They reached all the goals faster than I ever imagined, and pretty much turned a normal guy from Milwaukee into a Mr. T look-alike, albeit much smaller and more pale.”
My family has been ravaged by both cancer and diabetes, so I think this is a good cause. His next goal is a “I pity the fool” tattoo at $2500. Join the cause, join in the fun!