I feel a little weird writing this to you.
But for some reason I felt compelled to.
My name is Jim Labadie.
I’m 35 years old.
I played football when I was in high school.
Four guys I played with back in the day are already gone.
Mike and Kevin died of cancer.
Dane died from a heart attack thanks to drugs, alcohol and Marlboro Reds.
Paul was in the World Trade Center on one of the top floors on that day in September.
I think about these men every so-often just to remind myself how short life is. How precious life is.
It’s New Year’s Eve Day as I write this.
The perfect time, I think.
Do what you love.
Be great at it.
Be grateful for it. For all of it.
I love you all.
Your friend,
Jim Labadie
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