This morning I watched an episode of Spanish Fly on ESPN2. this episode was dedicated to Christian Goodpaster. Christian was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis in 1986 at the age of one and a half. Christian died recently at the age of 24. Christian was an avid fisherman and enjoyed writing about fishing as well. Jose Wejebe, the host of Spanish Fly, and an idol of Christians for many years. Talked quite a lot about Christian and the time the two spent together since they first met in 2000. Before he died Christian wanted to make sure that his life meant something. He wanted to know that he has made a difference. The show was Jose and Christian fishing for Tarpon, and Permit in the Florida Keys. It was a good show, but the part that I am caught up on is did his life mean anything? I have read a lot of things written by people that are losing the battle with a terminal disease and they All at some point want to know before they die that their life meant something. My thinking is why do we wait until we are facing emminent death to wonder about these things? I know that if I were to die tomorrow that my family would miss me and would remember me, but would anyone else? Have I touched any lives outside my family and made them better? I think that we should all try each day to make our lives mean something. Help someone that needs a hand. Work to improve our communities. I don’t know if my life will mean anything when I die, but I do know that there is a lot more that I could do to help improve the lives of those around me and I have not been doing all that I can. I will need to work on that,.
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