you never really understand what you have until you lose it. My brother Stephen was killed in a atv accident near my home on All Saints Day, aka Halloween. He was buried in a local cemetery and will not be forgotten. Its been said that God whispers in your pleasures, speaks to you through your conscience, and screams during your loss. This event, more than any other has made me take a look at my life and what im going to do with it. I dont mean to depress those that read this, only know that life is too short to waste a minute. If you are wanting to do something, do not wait to get it done; seize the day.