I had a friend when I was much younger…we’ll call him Steve for now. Anyway, Steve’s family and my family are very close, and him and I saw each other quite often. Now, Steve is about 5 years older than me, and had made some very bad choices in life. He was a heavy drug user/dealer in his teens and early twenties. His problems and addictions landed him in drug re-hab for 5 months last year. For Meth mostly. Anyway, our family went to his welcome home party in October of last year.

He looked so good, and I was so proud of him because even though we lost touch over the years I still hurt that someone I knew was killing himself. At the party I praised him for his great change and how wonderful he was doing for himself. He seemed happy.

After the party was over we made plans to go hang out..and we did a couple times. I figured that if I could make myself avalible as friend to him and support him in his new life then that’s what I’d do. He got a job in construction, and worked alot…that started in November.

Tonight (well this morning) Dad came home from the saloon and mentioned that he’d ran into Steve’s parents and his sister. I innocently asked “Oh Steve didn’t want to go out?”

Turns out Steve got busted with a quarter ounce of meth last week and they arrested him. His father finally convinced the authorities to turn Steve over to him while he awaits his punishment…bascially Steve is in deep shit. And I realize that is his own fault, but this just hit me so hard..I want to cry. This kid has so much potential and I wish there was a way for him to realize that. And to realize that he doesn’t need that shit to function. I love the kid like a sister and right now my heart is breaking…I know this is kind of a downer post but as soon as dad told me I just felt I needed to write all this down somewhere so that it wouldn’t get all pent up.

This morning after I finished writing the post below I walked into the kitchen to get it tidied up before I headed to the laundry mat.

Sebastien came running out of his room screaming and crying….
He got a call this morning from a friend letting him know that a group of his friends had been in a roll-over and left one of them dead.

They were coming down a road from the mountian at 80mph…the other people in the car kept asking David (the driver) to slow down. He didn’t. The tire snapped off and the car rolled 5 times.

David was not wearing a seatbelt so on the first roll he was partially hanging out the drivers side window, the car landed on him on the second roll. Then on the third roll he was fully ejected from the car.

Once the car stopped rolling, Scott (the boy who was in the wreck with Sebasiten in ‘03) got out and found David in a nearby field laying in a pool of blood, Scott held his hand and lifted his head out of the pool of blood. David coughed twice and then was gone.

A young life, dissapeared in a matter of seconds. Seconds.

Sebastien told me he was getting ready to leave the house where they were all hanging out. He said:

“I had just saw him [David]. I just talked to him. I shook his hand and said goodbye before he got into the car with everyone.”

Little did he know that the handshake he gave to David was his final goodbye.

I ask that if you are reading this, if you are young or old, please please please listen to me. Drive safely, wear your seatbelt, love your life enough to take care when driving. And please love each other, always give your friends a goodbye worthy of being their last. Pray for Davids spirit, pray for the other kids in that car, pray for Scott who was the last person on this earth to be in the company of David, pray for all the people out there driving, pray for saftey.

David, may you find peace where you are, may the afterlife be kind to you and the sunlight shine down on you always and forever. Rest in peace.