Post by Professor Quinn on Sept 10, 2007 10:24:27 GMT -5
Only yesterday was I talking on MSN with Jessah about how all the good people in life, who do good deeds, have a full life ahead of them and so many aspirations, seem to be those that get the crappy end of the deal. Or worse, they pass away at the peek of the aspirations, ready for the world yet never managing to actually live it.
I woke up this morning, as ever. I packed my stuff, made my lunch, walked with the same people, before reaching the same old maths class. I sat down, the last to as I was about 5 minutes late, and began getting out my stuff as ever. Like I do every day. Like I have been for the past 5 years of my life. And it was then that my maths teacher read out a typed note to the class. Alot of my class already knew of what the note was going to say, and they all began to mutter. But I didn't. I hadn't been informed.
One of my best friend at school, Alice, had her brother taken from her and her family on Saturday morning. Harvey had his whole life ahead of him. He had 7 more months of 6th Form College and he'd already secured a place in the Central Regional Percussion Ensemble, CPAC, and the Staffordshire Youth Orchestra and a great garage band called Six Months Yesterday. He had his girlfriend Victoria. His best friends and of course, his younger sister Alice, his older brother Charles and his mom and dad. There post mortem isn't back till tomorrow, though there wasn't a scrath on him. He had collapsed in the bathroom of his girlfriends house, and there is still no obvious cause of death.
And its just then that I think to myself, as people look to wards my direction, whispering "Oooh, Shaun's best friends with Alice.", that I think to myself. "That Could Have Been Me..." It could have been me, who'd left behind so much and passed on. It could be my friends crying. Even worse, it could have been one of my friends who had moved on, leaving me behind, hurt and grieving. And it hit me that, the past five years could mean nothing, if I was hit by a car tomorrow, or caught in a fight and killed, or poisoned. Or anything. And the last five years of hard work could mean nothing.
Its hard to believe that life could be so cruel. Personally, if there is a God out there, then where the hell are you.
In finishing, I'd simply like to say, that Harvey, I hope your safe, Rest In Peace and I hope your giving everyone a great performance up there. Alice, you know that I'm here whenever you need me, and to the rest of the Hague-Armitidge Family, my thoughts are with you.
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I woke up this morning, as ever. I packed my stuff, made my lunch, walked with the same people, before reaching the same old maths class. I sat down, the last to as I was about 5 minutes late, and began getting out my stuff as ever. Like I do every day. Like I have been for the past 5 years of my life. And it was then that my maths teacher read out a typed note to the class. Alot of my class already knew of what the note was going to say, and they all began to mutter. But I didn't. I hadn't been informed.
One of my best friend at school, Alice, had her brother taken from her and her family on Saturday morning. Harvey had his whole life ahead of him. He had 7 more months of 6th Form College and he'd already secured a place in the Central Regional Percussion Ensemble, CPAC, and the Staffordshire Youth Orchestra and a great garage band called Six Months Yesterday. He had his girlfriend Victoria. His best friends and of course, his younger sister Alice, his older brother Charles and his mom and dad. There post mortem isn't back till tomorrow, though there wasn't a scrath on him. He had collapsed in the bathroom of his girlfriends house, and there is still no obvious cause of death.
And its just then that I think to myself, as people look to wards my direction, whispering "Oooh, Shaun's best friends with Alice.", that I think to myself. "That Could Have Been Me..." It could have been me, who'd left behind so much and passed on. It could be my friends crying. Even worse, it could have been one of my friends who had moved on, leaving me behind, hurt and grieving. And it hit me that, the past five years could mean nothing, if I was hit by a car tomorrow, or caught in a fight and killed, or poisoned. Or anything. And the last five years of hard work could mean nothing.
Its hard to believe that life could be so cruel. Personally, if there is a God out there, then where the hell are you.
In finishing, I'd simply like to say, that Harvey, I hope your safe, Rest In Peace and I hope your giving everyone a great performance up there. Alice, you know that I'm here whenever you need me, and to the rest of the Hague-Armitidge Family, my thoughts are with you.
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