Back in High School, a friend of mine, Eric, died suddenly. The doctors never explained what happened, all we know is he was getting ready for dinner when he just fell over. When he got to the hospital, the doctors found that he was perfectly fine, only dead. Even in the autopsy, there was no cause of death found.
You can imagine the stir this caused in my little crowd of outcasts. But outside of my group – nothing. At the funeral, the only people there outside of our group were from his boy scout troop. And they seemed to be there more out of duty than friendship.
Cut to this last month. A boy at a local high school died in almost the same circumstances. One minute alive, one minute dead. The difference is this kid was on the football team. He was on the news. His funeral was huge, with students from all the local schools. My friend was an honors student, a section leader in the band, and was friendly to everyone. This other guy was… a jock.
And people wonder why I still have sympathy for the trenchcoats in Columbine.
The early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.