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A brief story, if I may:
Many years ago, my buddies and I used to get together for some pick-up softball. One day, one of these friends brought out a fellow named George, who wanted to join us. He was a nice enough fellow, but a little odd, in his ways. So George joined us, in our games. Maybe a year or so later, this friend, George and myself were at the park throwing the ball around and hitting some fly balls to each other. I happened to mention, to this friend that I wanted to go to the ball game at the stadium that night, but he told me he coudn't make it. George happened to overhear, and said he wouldn't mind going. Sadly, I remember thinking to myself something like "Oh man, I'm going to have to go with George!" So we both went to the ball game that night. For some reason, it turned out to be a really fun night. I don't know if my expectations were very low, or what, but George turned out to be this very nice, outgoing person. I seem to recall the game going something like twenty or twenty-one innings, nevertheless we had a great time.
I mention all this because sometime, during that subsequent winter, George committed suicide.
We don't often know the demons some people are dealing with. Some handle them much better than others, while some people become overwhelmed by them.
I hope that George and your friend, finally, found some peace and happiness. My condolences to you and your friend's family.
Take care!
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I don't wish to be everything to everyone, but I would like to be something to someone.
Javan
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