May 5, 2016
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Ten years ago on my 21st birthday, I was sitting in a memorial service for one of my best friends. Oddly enough, death wasn't foreign to me growing up, and at the time I had also just lost two other significant people in my life in each month prior that year. But it was the first time loosing a peer, and that was the first time I questioned my own mortality. Its one of those situations where you knew it was a possibility that he might not come home from a tour in Iraq; you just don't believe it'll ever be your reality. For the past 10...
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