A simple reason for an honest purpose

My best friend was killed in a work-related incident in August of 2008. He was 26 years old.

It is both easy and difficult to reflect on that day and the way that my life has been impacted since. Easy, because the memories are so clear and forever printed in my mind, but difficult because the wound on my heart is deep and the healing process is, well, slow. Very slow.

Stephen was working as a lineman in a suburb of Salt Lake City. When his coworker cut into a live line, he climbed up to help and was struck by the line and fatally electrocuted. At least, that’s how I remember it being told to me. I could never bring myself to read the news story about it—I heard that the scene was grim, and it took quite a long time to bring his body down from the pole.