This a friend of mine who I have been thinking of greatly over the last several weeks. He passed away while I was at boot camp. I had spoken to him before leaving, before he fell ill, and he provided me with great advice and encouragement. Only his family knew of his decreasing health, as he never wanted his friends to worry. When hearing about it, when I was out, it was very difficult. Very unreal. It's hard to find out that someone, who was once so alive and making his way up, following his dreams, was now gone. He was someone who, even though experienced obstacles and difficulty, always provided the utmost positivity when you needed it. He was a good and decent human being, who lived his life with passion and confidence. His death serves as a great reminder to cherish life. Not to live it with fear or limits. But to live with it love, strength, faith, and passion. To live life to the fullest. No words can express how greatly he his missed.