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I was 12 years old, I felt as if my life was crashing to the ground.  During the summer after sixth grade, my family and I were moving 35 minutes away.  But in stereotypical childhood exaggeration, 35 minutes might have well been 35 hours in my mind.

With my bubbled world about to explode, where was I the day before my first day in my new school? Not surprisingly, I was in my hometown playing wiffle ball with my childhood friend Steve Heck, who passed away suddenly on July 27, 2012 at the age of 31.   

During the course of the game, some trivial and now-forgotten disagreement arose and a fight between us broke out.  When the dust finally cleared, Steve had single-handily managed to crush my fragile and delicate view of ...

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