Life Is a Gift That Must Be Sold
But we can choose its price
When I was young, my best friend — some years older than me — was killed whilst competing in a motorsport event.
To me, he was a hero — not because of how he died, but because of how he lived. Decent. Thoughtful. Principled. Eloquent. Inspirational. Generous. Kind. He was everything a human being could reasonably aspire to be — and…