My life isn’t perfect. I seem to make promises I can’t keep, I set goals that I sometimes miss, and I disappoint those I love the most. Maybe you can relate. This is why I love the month of January. It provides us all a big reminder.
Fifteen years ago I had one of the most surreal moments of my life. It happened because a friend of mine had died of a brain aneurysm the week before. We played basketball together on a Friday. He was gone early the next week. His name was Kevin.