On Tuesday, I was going about my regular day. Right before I had practice my best friend Tony pulled my into the hallway and told me that our other best friend's dad, Gary, had committed suicide. I've never felt that feeling before, even though I've delt with serveralpeople facing the same fate. This week, I had to be stronger than I have ever been. Ever. I had to be there for a friend who lost her dad, without a reason. I had to say goodbye to a man I called "daddy" and witness many tears, even though I held it together for most of the week. But it was one of the most beautiful things because I got to be there for my dear dear friend when she needed me. And that's all I want in life. Just to leave a few small footprints on peoples lives, the way my "dad" Gary did. He was a firefighter and saved countless people, many of whom will never know him as anything but "the man who saved my life". He was a beautiful person and took better care of my friend and her family than anyone else could ever do.
If I've learned anything this week, it's that the world is a beautiful yet very sad place. But if I've learned anything else, it's that God's love is deep, it is wide, and it covers us. It's fierce, and it's strong, and it's furious. And I can breathe a little better knowing that He's already overcome this world and all it's pain and suffering. And that my friends, is a very very beautiful thing.
Good night.
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