It has been a few hours since I found out that a co-worker and good friend had died. We were born on the same day and the same year, but worlds apart. I had the privilege to know him, even though it was for a few short years. He enhanced my life. Let me see things differently. He showed real concern toward me and my family. He laughed, and he cussed me out. I was told that, periodically he would say, "Its Everett's fault!"
Carlos was one person I expected to live after me. We didn't social outside of work, maybe once or twice. Ways he help me make my life better, I would like to pass that forward and help someone else.
