A few weeks ago, my friend Peter wrote an incredible blog about how we’re on borrowed time. He’s right – we are.
No more was that made clearer than today when IndyCar star Dan Wheldon was killed in a crash in Las Vegas.
He was 33. A month older than myself. He leaves behind a wife, two young sons, and legions of fans.
In the grand scheme of things, do haters, bullies, jealous nobs, and the like matter? No.
A professor in college once told me, “there are two types of people in this world – those who are with you and those who are against. Take care of those who are with you and forget about the rest.”
None of us can change a first impression or who is going to judge us. We can’t change who is going to go after us and try to tear us down. People are insecure and need to take their problems out on someone else a lot of the time.
It’s unfair and it sucks, but that’s life. We get thrown curveballs (or snowballs packed with ice) sometimes. Life is cruel and people leave us far sooner than they should.
In the end, all that matters are the people who love you and who you love. I feel blessed to have that in my life, despite the curveballs packed in ice.
Godspeed, Danny Boy. Godspeed…