Life has no mercy.

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I had a best friend growing up. Her family was my family and vice versa, even though we had no blood relation. Her father, Ron, was a "wild child" all through our childhood. He smoked pot (with my own father - though never in front of us kids. I didnt even know it was going on untill well into my teens) He smoked cigaretts, about 2 packs a day. Drank. Though not heavily, I'm sure he had at least one or two beers a day. Around the time my best friend and I wer turning 13 or 14, Ron turned his life around. He was still the same fun loving Ron I knew growing up, but he had a personaly revelation and for some reason started to shape his health up. He quit smoking. He gave up drinking. He began to eat healthy. He began working out and going on long bike rides with us through the trails in the woods. We lived in the country so mountain biking was like second nature to us kids. We were so excited to have Ron go biking with us. One day Ron and my best friend were out biking on the trails we rode down almost every day growing up. But this ride would change everyone, especially Ron, forever. Kali (my best friend) was riding ahead of her father, and she heard him cry out in pain. Ron had hit a chance tree stump at the wrong speed and the wrong angle, and was tossed from his mountain bike, and broke his neck. The doctors said he would never have control over his own body ever again. Today, Ron can talk (and joke) like he used to, but he is confined to his wheel chair. He cannot walk, or feed himself. The most he can do it move his right arm. There is no moral to this story. It is just a story. And its true, every word of it. You can smoke 2 packs a day and die of lung cancer when your 50. Or you can work out and live life to the fullest and it can be taken away in moments. No reason. No cause. No purpose. No mercy. Life just is. How sad to know that no matter what we do, we are powerless against it.