I read a story today, a true one, about a young man who hung himself at the age of twenty-three.

His story was horrific. The abuse he received as a child ruined him both physically and mentally and, apparently, emotionally.

It is so sad to hear about loss of young, talented people; even more so when it's the result of unspeakable evil done to them by pieces of shit that deserve a hell that Dante couldn't possibly imagine.

Hug your kids.

Listen to your friends.

Be kind. Always be kind. There is help out there, but you might not think it will help you.

It can't hurt.

Sorry, not so breezy, but the story of the young man will stick with me for a long time.