Calling All Angels. 

I never knew Nick Adenhart personally, but he was part of the Angels. An organization that is basically like my second family. When I heard he had died I was devastated. A young ballplayer that had just had the game of his life, dead at only twenty-one years of age. His career was just beginning. He had pitched the most amazing six innings of his life; which would end up being his last. I don’t know how to put into words how completely devastated I was feeling all day. When I found out he had been killed by a drunk driver, around the same age as him, I couldn’t help but feel pure disgust.

The night he was killed I sat in my room unable to sleep. I cried for most of the night, and prayed for all those involved. 

Two days after his death as I watched the Angel’s tribute to him before their first game since the crash; I cried once more. The Angels went on to win that game. Adenhart in their hearts.

That whole season was dedicated to Adenhart. From the mural out in center field to the patches worn above the hearts of every player. 

I guess my point here is life can end in an instant, so live it well. Touch people’s lives in the way Nick did to myself, and many others. Don’t make dumb decisions that can cost you your life and the lives of others. Please, don’t drink and drive. </3

RIP Nick Adenhart. #34.

RIP Courtney Stewart, and Henry Pearson. 

and to the lone survivor, Jon Wilhite, I wish all the best.  

…Till the Halo burns out. <3