They Happen in Threes - So Have Three Donuts

Dear Members and Constituents,
Why does the death of celebrities touch us? I never met the recently departed batch. Never shook their hand or got their autograph. Was never in the same room with them, yet they touched my life by providing a soundtrack for my awkward teenage years, eye candy for my bedroom wall and comic relief for a late night or two. I think our shock and sense of loss is not about them. It's about ourselves. It's a realization of our own mortality. Parts of our lives are gone and even these iconic figures were not immune from death. If cancer, cardiac arrest or chronological age can catch-up to the rich and famous, why should it spare us? Obviously, it won't. However, the good news is it hasn't yet. Life is potential. Life is hope. Life is short. It's a gift which we so often keep stored in a box, waiting for someday. In their own way, each of these celebrities took life and ran with it each day. They applied themselves excelled at their chosen professions. Sure, they made mistakes -some bigger than others- they were human too. When you do something, you run the risk of making a mistake, but it's better than the alternative of doing nothing. And there's a chance you'll get things right.

Today, you're alive. Today, you have potential. Today, I challenge you to step outside your comfort zone and do something amazing. Do something awesome. Do something good. Surprise yourself and live life. Don't mourn Charlie's angel or grieve the king of pop. Start, instead by imagining Johnny Carson's sidekick calling out "heeeeere's donuts!", then run onto the donut stage and grab one of the sweet treats Bryce Coward, who debuts as 'donut boy' today, has finally set before us. Granted, they're late -again (yes, I've seen all those looks of disappointment on your faces), but they're here now. After that, harness that energy and choose to be the best you possible.

Happy Friday!

In memory of Ed McMahon (86), Farrah Fawcett (62) and Michael Jackson (50). May they rest in peace.

P.S. How could I possibly have forgotten David Carradine, Kung Fu... my bad!

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