A storyteller by trade, sometimes life presents something that causes words to fail. Such as it’s been this past week since learning of the death of my young friend, Sam Mann. Like hundreds of people who knew Sam personally and/or professionally in his career as a fitness trainer I’ve alternated between being really angry at him and in tears with a broken heart. That’s the to-be-expected result of a suicide, the emotional debris field that’s left in the wake of a decision made from the depths of despair that’s hard to comprehend.
The rest of Sam's story HERE.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
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