My friend and I are friends with a professor and his family. We volunteer with them and have watched their son on occasion. Great family and the nicest people I've probably ever met. That being said the professor always says hi and tries to get a handle on how we are doing. I just saw him. He asked me how I was doing. I lied and said okay. I asked him how he was doing... he said okay though I knew he was kind of lying too. Funny how that goes.
Then he told me: At his son's basketball game there was this kid who just started slowing down and got really pale. He just didn't look good. He stopped and said that he didn't want to run anymore. He laid down and later went into a coma. He died over the weekend. As soon as he said "there was this kid," I knew how the story was going to end. I don't know why, but I did. I was hoping I was just being ridiculous. It must have been in his voice.
I said that was terrible. I didn't know what else to say. I was thrown for a loop. I asked about his son. He said that he naturally had questions. I said of course. We both had to go to class. I said I had to go take a test now. He said sorry. I said don't worry about it.
"I don't wanna run anymore." What am I supposed to do with this?
Is this blog an act of procrastination or is it helping me to break the cycle?
7:56 AM
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Man that's depressing. It happens so regularly that a kid dies after running. His poor family :(
~sis
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