Making the most of second chances

My hometown has one less citizen today.

My classmate, Daryl Barkley passed away.

He was one lucky son of a gun. Not because he is the younger brother of basketball legend, Charles, but because God had given him a second chance at life.

Six years ago, despite putting his body through hell, he got a new start with a heart and lung transplant.

After the transplant, Daryl was a much different person from the one I grew up with. Anti-rejection drups took the place of recreational ones. He ate the right things, he excercised, he won a medal in the Transplant Olympics. He was caring and sincere and funny.

He made the most of his second chance.

We will miss you Daryl.