You read my mind. It's sad when someone so young is dying that they can prove how blind we can be sometimes to the plight of others.

pitty the tabloid shithouse television dont. i hate the sound of a plastic voice telling stories like that.

There is something we lose when we go from being a child to an adult. At his age, I had four operations, one lasting six hours. I also had physical therapy that required them to pick dead skin off my wound. Looking back on it, I am amazed at how I handled it, because it makes me cry as an adult. It's like children aren't burdened by the minutiae that we let control our lives. They see life as something that is lived. The ambition and doubts that plague us as adults aren't as present. Sure, they have their worries as well, but they seem far stronger and better suited to take life's troubles head on. As we grow, we become more scared.

I wish we could hold onto that strength as adults instead of letting it kill us. Life is only beautiful if we make it that way. If only we all took one hour a week to volunteer some place, or even took some time and opened our minds to compassion, then this world would really be a better place. But that's not going to happen, and people are always going to hate. We all only need to hold out hope that someday love and trust will be prevalent.

I think I need a tissue.

Wouldn't the best tribute to him be to do what he has done automatically, without people like Brenden we're prone to forgetting. My love and gratitide goes to him and everyone like him in the world that take an active role is making the planet we live and love on a better place for EVERYONE.