I just heard news this morning that a young man, who had been on my drama team at church, OD'd yesterday and died. I don't know if he commited suicide, or just over dosed.

I took an integral part as an adult youth leader in youth group, and knew this boy and his family well. He was in the same grade as my daughter, and attended the same high school. I often drove him and his sister home from Wednesday night drama rehearsal. I went on youth camping trips with him, and on other youth excursions.

A myriad of thoughts go through my head. "What must his mother be feeling." "Thank God is wasn't my daughter." Yeah that one made me feel super guilty. "What can I do to help the family?"

I thought about all the hub bub about the war in Iraq , and somehow in the scheme of things, some things just really don't matter at a time like this.

When I first heard the news from my daughter this morning, I was in shock. Then I had a 20 minute drive to work alone to just think about it. To think about this young man... 18 or 19 years old. All the potential in his life, how funny he could be at times, and how exasperating!

His sister told a funny story about how she was home alone watching a scary movie, or so she thought she was alone. He came out of the kitchen with a big knife and she screamed and screamed. They laughed about it later.

I remember attending his father's funeral when his dad suddenly died of a heart attack three years ago. I remember how devastating it was for him and his sisters.

We go through our little lives and complain about the stupidist stuff. It is at times like these when I think about what really is important in my life.

RIP Cory.