Yesterday, one of my wife's colleagues at school died. 29-years old gym teacher, healthy. Dropped dead of a heart attack in the middle of a run. He left behind his wife and 8-month old daughter.
You know, I don't take care of myself, I readily admit it. I eat the wrong kinds of food, I *never* exercise (I used to ever so slightly before Neve was born, I don't do anything at all now), I'm overweight, I stay up way too late far too often. Without coffee, I can't even get through most days - it is a rare night I get more than 6 hours of sleep.
It's strange - young people dying is always a tragedy, and I've always felt bad for the person whose life is cut so short. Yet it rarely has really bothered me beyond the normal human empathy that we all feel. But this, for some reason - this has really struck home. The human body is a marvelous machine, but you have to wonder how much it can really take. I want to live a good long life (partially to be a pain in the ass for my wife and daughter), and I'm not exactly going about that goal correctly.
Guess it's time to clean up my act.
Posted by Mark at March 14, 2005 07:51 PM