Don't wait for the wreck fellas. At 22, five friends and I had to carry one of our best friends home to rest. The pain I watched his parents go through is something that haunts me as much or more than his passing to this day. I remember his dad asking all of us questions about was he too hard on us(we were all his kids), had he told Clayton he loved him enough, what did Clayton think of him(which was the world)...
Don't leave those doubts in your mind and I pray that I nor any of us ever have to endure the type of torturous pain that his parents suffered.
As I said earlier, thank God he is alright. Go hug his neck and kick his butt!
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