Diary of Violence
I have a message for everyone, and it has nothing to do with wrestling. I know we all receive chain e-mails that if we send them to someone a good thing will happen - blah, blah, blah. We usually never open them because we don't know who they came from or how they originated.
I will tell you a story that happened to me. Send this link to people you care about. I don't want the credit, I just want people to know it is not a made up story.
A few weeks ago, WWE had two shows in Lowell, Mass. As I drove past the sign for Acton, Mass., I told Kristal Marshall, my driving partner, that I have family there. I used to go up once or twice a year and spend time with my Aunt Peggy and Uncle George, and my cousins Colleen and George.
Kristal jokingly said that if we couldn't find a hotel, we should call Aunt Peggy, invite ourselves over and party. I thought about it, and said that she would love if everyone came over and hung out or partied at her house. I looked at my cell phone, but had no service, and said I would call her another time.
The Wednesday after WrestleMania, I received a call from my mom telling me that my Aunt Peggy and Uncle George died in a fire during the night. I was very sad and overwhelmed with guilt for not calling them when I had the chance. I can never call them again. You never think how life can change in a second.
When I went to their funeral, so many people came up and told me how much my aunt loved me and cared for me. They told me so many stories that she had told them about me. It made my regret go away, and touched and inspired me to appreciate life even more.
I ask anyone if you have been putting off calling someone, or not calling because you are too busy, or even just thinking about someone you once cared for but feel uncomfortable calling, pick up the phone, send a text message or an e-mail and say, "Hey, I was just calling to see how you are doing." It can make the world of difference to someone. Life is worth living to the fullest. Appreciate all that you have and be good to someone, if not for me or yourself, then for someone else. Five minutes out of your day can go a lifetime.