Ben Breedlove was a teenager who had a heart condition and died on Christmas day. He was compassionate, caring, persevering, and happy. Everything that I want to be. He helped me find my faith in God again and I hate how life is so unfair. But I know why God takes the good so young. It’s a privilege to spend eternity in heaven and to go there earlier on is an even greater privilege. Even though I never met the kid, I feel like I lost a best friend and surprisingly I’m finding it hard to cope. I share a lot of interests that he had, like the calmness of the water and peace, and the morals that he had, especially towards women and his outlook on life. Can’t wait to meet you one day Ben.

R.I.P. man, 1993-2011.