It was 4:35 a.m. on a Saturday back in April of 2001. My friend and I were standing inside a hospital…I felt paralyzed and numb. My heart sank deep into my chest when the doctor told me there was nothing they could do. My brother, my partner in crime, my BEST friend lying on a hospital stretcher with no brain activity was… gone. It was to late, there was nothing anyone could do.
I now had to make that dreadful call that I thought I would have never had to make in a million years to my parents.
You see a few months back everything was going well. I had a great career, friends and was engaged to be married.
Then one early Saturday morning I got a phone call from one of my brothers friends. He told me that my brother (who was at a Livestock concert) had past out in his tent.
He told me he was trying to carry him through the crowd screaming for help to find some medical attention. As he reached the paramedics, they took my brother away in an ambulance.
I quickly jumped out of bed and rushed out the door along with my roommate. I really didn’t think it was anything serious, I thought maybe he had to much to drink and past out.
When we arrived at the hospital the doctor came out and said something to me that I will NEVER forget.
I was crushed, confused, depressed and left alone. My life would never be the same again. I knew I needed a change and desired to start over
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