When someone dies young

[b fold the truth]

When someone dies young, we always stop and ask ourselves how, why, and what if…………. But there are no answers to those questions that could ever satisfy our lack of understanding.

But is a man’s life measured in years? I think not. To me, life is better measured by stacking up all the things that make life so great.

A man’s life starts from birth with his family as a foundation, adds all the friends he makes during the time that he was allotted on this earth, piles on all the hopes and dreams that only youth can imagine, counts his blessings that God grants him and adds them in, and last of all places on top the accomplishments that he works so hard to achieve. These things make the measure of a man.

We all suffer when we lose the life of a young man, but remember it was a better place for his just being here a while.

Linda Darden

November 21, 2002

 

[PHATchik]

It really makes you stop and think about things. You have to consider the things that are truly important to you. I'm truly sorry about Johnny, B.

 

[b fold the truth]

www.strongestman.com

B True

 

[casavant]

Shit....it just occurred to me that you lost someone close. Sorry about the nonchalant post above, dude.


Sorry to hear of your loss.

 

[supersizeme]

word to all that was said in this thread.
shit is getting deep up in hirruh. casavant how bout you come pull my finger

 

[HG Pennypacker]

When someone dies young, we always stop and ask ourselves how, why, and what if…………. But there are no answers to those questions that could ever satisfy our lack of understanding.

But is a man’s life measured in years? I think not. To me, life is better measured by stacking up all the things that make life so great.

A man’s life starts from birth with his family as a foundation, adds all the friends he makes during the time that he was allotted on this earth, piles on all the hopes and dreams that only youth can imagine, counts his blessings that God grants him and adds them in, and last of all places on top the accomplishments that he works so hard to achieve. These things make the measure of a man.

We all suffer when we lose the life of a young man, but remember it was a better place for his just being here a while.

Linda Darden

November 21, 2002

Hmmm..there's a lot of truth in what you said, but I think, as humans, we can't help but measure that person's potential and what could have been. I would consider myself young, relatively speaking, in a sense that there are so many things I want to do in life, that I have yet yo accomplish. It's always sad when someone goes with so much unfinished business.

 

[Night Fly]

I was so sad to hear about Johnny Perry. I never knew him but really looked forward to meeting him someday soon. I know that every strongman/woman looked up to him as a person and as a strongman. I have talked to several people who did know him...and every one is devestated.

I pray for his friends, his family, and his loved ones. This was all so sudden and very tragic. I know he's in a better place and looking down on everyone. God Bless you, Johnny.

 

[WODIN]

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[Puddles]

I'm sorry you lost a friend, B-Fold.

 

[PolishHammer1977]

B-Fold,

Dying young? I don't know how to explain it. I have definitely lost more friends then I ever imagined I would and I am only 25.

There is no answer and the ultimate truth will come when it is our time. Until then, we are forced to accept the harsh reality that there is no concrete reason. Just memories of the great who have left us.

Hammer

 

[PolishHammer1977]

B,

To continue where I left off;

Sorry bro.

 

[Y_lifter]

To An Athlete Dying Young
A. E. Housman. 1859–

The time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.

To-day, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your threshold down,
Townsman of a stiller town.

Smart lad, to slip betimes away
From fields where glory does not stay,
And early though the laurel grows
It withers quicker than the rose.

Eyes the shady night has shut
Cannot see the record cut,
And silence sounds no worse than cheers
After earth has stopped the ears:

Now you will not swell the rout
Of lads that wore their honours out,
Runners whom renown outran
And the name died before the man.

So set, before its echoes fade,
The fleet foot on the sill of shade,
And hold to the low lintel up
The still-defended challenge-cup.

And round that early-laurelled head
Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,
And find unwithered on its curls
The garland briefer than a girl's.

 

[skaman607]

Don't worry, this is the way God planned it, something good may come out of it, some young person may hear of his passing, and aspire to be just like him