The best motivators I have ever known. Especially my Brother. But both had Demons and lived in brutal darkness. My Brother drank himself to death and my friend floored his convertable around a Downtown Jacksonville curve at 90 MPH + and rolled it, without a seat belt. 11 and 10 years later, I think of both almost every day and it sometimes makes me physically ache. I hate my conflict. I KNOW they are in awesome hands now and free of their anguish but.... I want them back so much but not in the dark state of mind they were in. Just makes me say.... "DAMMIT!"
