Josh Hancock

    One never thinks when getting into their car that they’re going to be in an accident that takes their life. It’s such a wasteful way to go. Regardless of how one feels about the possibility of an afterlife or the reasons for living, no one wants to believe that they’re going to die in such a random way. I had this feeling hit home almost exactly a year ago when some fool ran through a red light and plowed into the car I was driving. Long story short, I’m lucky to still be here. It puts things into perspective when someone like Josh Hancock—-29-years-old, likable and with a job that probably 90% of the world would envy as a major league baseball player—-sees his life end in a car accident. The only thing that one can do is to realize that we’re on this earth for a finite amount of time and it’s not worth it to worry about things over which we have no control. Life is too short to be thinking about things that don’t really matter; to work jobs we hate; to do things we really don’t want to be doing. It’s little consolation now, but in the coming weeks as everyone who knew Hancock comes to terms with their grief, they’ll see that at least he lived long enough to achieve the dream of playing in the big leagues and died a world champion.