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Biggest Learning Experience I Have Ever Had.
One of the biggest learning experiences I have ever had was not taking someone for granted. When you depend on that someone in everyway possible and your world was surrounded by them your entire life, the old cliché’ “Here today, Gone tomorrow” becomes a reality in a split second. On January 8, 2008, I left for work at 5:30 am with coffee in hand and my backpack strapped tight ready to start my busy day. (I was a driver for DHL). I said my goodbyes and I love you’s to my parents as I walked out of the door. To my surprise it would have been the last time I would have spoken to my father. Around 6am, that morning, my father decided to take his own life for reasons unknown. I received a phone call, at 7am, from my brother-in-law telling me I needed to come home. Something happened to my dad, he said. When I arrived home there were people everywhere. Ambulance’s, police vehicle’s, and fire rescue units, lined the street in front of my house. Here was the man, that I had looked up to my entire life, GONE! No note, no explanation, no nothing. It has been three years since that day, and there is not a day that goes by that we all don’t ask why. I no longer take people for granted, and I treat each day as it would be my last. I have fond memories of my father, but my fondest is hearing him say “I Love You too”, the morning he passed

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