Billy Thomas

I am friends with Justin because of his father who happens to be one of my dear friends. I met Justin many years ago after playing golf with Randy. It just happened that Justin knew my son and daughter prior to my meeting him. He was a very well mannered young man, nice looking and had a very strong hand shake. It was a pleasure to meet him. Afterwards, we played golf together a few times and I had to watch Justin,one of those young flat bellies, hit the ball a mile past mine. He was just one of those young men that you knew was going to make it. He had everything going for him. Justin and my son, Brad happen to be the same age. They also happen to have amazing personalities, the kind that is supposed to take them through long and successful lives. They are supposed to grow old together and have the same kind of shi**y friends that Randy and I have. The kind you love to hate and hate to love.

Then, all of a sudden, out of nowhere, ALS shows up and screws everything. I happened to be on a golf trip with Randy when he found out that Justin had been diagnosed with this crippling disease. I was standing there when Randy checked his phone messages and found out. I have never felt so out of place in my whole life. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. The conversation that I over heard hit hard. I walked outside and sat on the curband cried. My son is the same age. All I wanted to do was go home and hug my son. This disease can hit anywhere at any time. It doesnt seem to pick on the old guys as much as it does the young ones. I will be 50 years old tomorrow. Why do I getto live to be fifty and Justin doesnt? Some things in life are just not fair, ALS is one of them. Even though donations will only help to make Justin more comfortable they may also help to find a cure for this damned disease. Please send donations. Any kind of donations will help. Randy probably knows better than anybody that I aint running in a race. He also knows, probably better than anybody that I will pay someone to run in a race for me. Does anyone need a sponsor? For anyone reading this letter, Justin is the kid next door. Hes the kid you watched grow up. Hes the kid that mowed your lawn. Hes the kid that made you laugh. Hesthe kid that made you shake your head in amazement. Because of ALS, you are still shaking your head in amazement. Justin could be one of our kids. Please help. May the road rise up to meet you.