And just like that, it was over. His life, and what it could have been was never given the opportunity to fully be.
For some reason I was thinking about a tragic event that occurred during my senior year in high school. I don’t know what it was that took me back. Sometimes my thoughts take me to places I never expect to go.
His name was Andrea McCoy. He was a member of the 1980 US Olympic boxing team. The US boxing team was heading to an exhibition in Poland when their plane crashed as it approached Warsaw. On March 14, 1980, 22 members of the team perished, including Andrea.
Andrea and I weren’t that close. We shared home room together, a few laughs, and a few classes. I remember his huge smile and his kind spirit.
I remember his empty seat.
Andrea was given an incredible talent, and for reasons well beyond my understanding, was given only 20 short years on this earth. On Continue reading “Slow Dancing with the Three Sisters of Regret”