Today, I had planned to walk along my running trail. The day quickly came and went. So I decided to just walk some miles on the treadmill. But then something that has been on my mind since January 1st, REALLY took over my mind. I had trouble concentrating. But in a good way if that makes any sense.
I haven’t talked about this publicly because I didn’t want to accept it. I felt that if I wrote about it, talked about it, or shared it, then it was no longer a bad dream I had. It was reality. But I think it’s time I share this with you all…
I jumped on the treadmill, I was walking, with my mind full of memories, I started walking faster, then I remembered that one time that he yelled at me during a race and told me to do whatever I have to do to finish because I was the strongest person he knows….then suddenly I was running on the treadmill. I was RUNNING on the treadmill! Yes! I just finished running, and I pushed through because I didn’t stop thinking of you.
Glenn is an INCREDIBLE artist. I sit and watch him draw for hours. He is also our best friend, who turned into more into family than a friend was viciously attacked on New year’s day. There was a disgruntled employee who was recently fired from the place of work where Glenn works decided to seek revenge. He took it out on Glenn, and he laid in the hospital fighting for his life since then. I did not want to believe this has happened. I wanted to wake up any minute and see this was just a bad dream, but it wasn’t.
I was rushing over to the hospital to stand with his wife, JoAnn, who’s like a sister to me. It wasn’t easy being there. And finding out he was stabbed in the head and no one knew what was going to happen. Glenn was in critical condition. JoAnn, has been incredibly strong. I admire her strength and always have. It’s been hard, but I know Glenn. He is a fighter. He is a warrior. He was going to get through this. He has a massive tribe of supporters standing behind him and next to him.
While I sat here, fighting through my own battles, my best friend was fighting for his life. His brain was constantly swelling. His days would go unknown. All I kept thinking was all the conversations him and I would have. He was my go-to on my bad days. He is the one who always told me EXACTLY what I needed to hear. He made me feel like I wasn’t alone. He would always tell me that him and I were very similar, but he just wished he had my strength.
Today, he is making a miraculous recovery. It’s almost unheard of. But this doesn’t surprise me at all. Glenn is a warrior, always has been. I know he is going to get through this. Now I am here as his friend, his shoulder to cry on, his mirror of strength for when he feels weak. His speech, comprehension and writing has been affected. But he will overcome this. To me, he is more than just a determined artist, he is a warrior.
He is proof that nothing is impossible. His strength is helping me overcome my obstacles. He gave me the strength and courage to run today. All I thought about was everything he has ever told me about being strong. He got me to run again. I successfully ran 3 miles today because of him. All my miles for 2016 I will dedicate to my friend Glenn, because he has taught me about true strength. He has shown the world, what determination means.
Thank you for everything you have taught me Glenn, and I will still need you. So hurry up and get better because I am missing my sarcastic half.
It’s been on the news here locally, and if you would like to read the news article you can read it here.
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