What if I would have died that night? A wannabe athlete, young and dumb, putting alcohol over life would have meant giving up bringing three amazing souls into this world. It would have discarded a wonderful wife and deep brotherhoods and incredible memories and amazing experiences. There would have never been a Keep Hammering lifestyle, because I would have died as a result of being hammered. I would have never endured the devastating loss of my dad and my best friend which, through heartache, has made clear my own existence and purpose.
