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October of 2018 will make two years since one of my closer friends took his own life. His name was Todd. Todd was a super nice guy. Insanely smart, and an amazing chef. I met Todd on orientation day at a local college we attended back in 2010. First friend I made. We rode to class together often and attended a few local concerts and Mayhem Fest 2010 in Pittsburgh together. We shared ambitions and goals.
The big difference between he and I was our priorities and beliefs. While he was raised Catholic and believed in God, he was not a Christian. He was constantly womanizing, drinking, doing drugs, and hopping from job to job. The last few years of his life were plagued by arrests for theft and drug possession. He had a son that he hardly ever saw, and always seemed to have an excuse as to why he couldn't.
Now all those facts make him sound like a terrible person. Its easy to demonize someone you don't know. However, I can tell you for a certainty, as far as a human can see that is, he was not a bad person. He was always ready to help someone out at school when needed.
Beyond classes and those few concerts, I wasn't really around him much. While my view was positive, I knew for the reasons I stated above that I couldn't stay around much.
I tried to help him as much as I could. I talked about Jesus and gave him the gospel but he never accepted.
One morning out of the blue, in my Facebook feed, someone shared a picture of him with a caption that said RIP. "NO NO NO NO NO NO" I said frantically. I looked at his profile and saw nothing but "RIP" and "I'll miss you" messages. I was devastated.
He had other issues besides drugs. Long story short: a broken home, child abuse, abandonment, nearly murdered when he was a young adult (by his child's mother), and several other things.
I miss him. I miss him terribly. I feel like I failed him sometimes. Maybe if I had just been a little bit better of an example. Maybe if I would have explained the gospel better. Maybe he might have accepted and would have got cleaned up and still would be here.
The big difference between he and I was our priorities and beliefs. While he was raised Catholic and believed in God, he was not a Christian. He was constantly womanizing, drinking, doing drugs, and hopping from job to job. The last few years of his life were plagued by arrests for theft and drug possession. He had a son that he hardly ever saw, and always seemed to have an excuse as to why he couldn't.
Now all those facts make him sound like a terrible person. Its easy to demonize someone you don't know. However, I can tell you for a certainty, as far as a human can see that is, he was not a bad person. He was always ready to help someone out at school when needed.
Beyond classes and those few concerts, I wasn't really around him much. While my view was positive, I knew for the reasons I stated above that I couldn't stay around much.
I tried to help him as much as I could. I talked about Jesus and gave him the gospel but he never accepted.
One morning out of the blue, in my Facebook feed, someone shared a picture of him with a caption that said RIP. "NO NO NO NO NO NO" I said frantically. I looked at his profile and saw nothing but "RIP" and "I'll miss you" messages. I was devastated.
He had other issues besides drugs. Long story short: a broken home, child abuse, abandonment, nearly murdered when he was a young adult (by his child's mother), and several other things.
I miss him. I miss him terribly. I feel like I failed him sometimes. Maybe if I had just been a little bit better of an example. Maybe if I would have explained the gospel better. Maybe he might have accepted and would have got cleaned up and still would be here.