Wednesday, February 2, 2000 I would have to say that if you wanted to really understand my views on death, you would have to understand where I am coming from. So I’m going to take you on a small road trip through my life. It’s painful and filled with sorrow but it’s all true. A long time ago, longer than I can remember now, I had a small cousin. His name was Stephen and he must have been around four years old. He lived out on the reservation with my aunt and her family. Sometimes he would live up on the mesa where they usually hold religious ceremonies. One of the pastimes that is still practiced today is that during the downtimes of the ceremonies, the children of the village will go to the edge of the mesa and throw rocks off it just to see what they can hit. The edge of the mesa in some places is not very structurally stable. He happened to be in the wrong place when he threw a rock of the edge and part of the edge gave way. He plummeted over 200 feet to his death. A few years later I started middle school in a town in the middle of nowhere. There’s nothing great about the town. The one thing that I think that we value the most about it is the fact that just about everybody, knows everybody else. I met a boy when I started wrestling for the first time. We were all very new to the sport, but he took to it like a fish takes to water. David 2He always seemed to know what to do in just about any situation that you could possibly imagine. He was also very popular. He was known and loved by all. One day he had some friends over at his house and he decided to show off his family’s handgun. He thought it would be cool to point it at his head and pull the trigger. He didn’t know that the gun was loaded. He died almost instantly. Everything that he was and everything that he could have been was gone in a flash. The town joined together in sorrow. I don’t think that we ever collectively r...
