Nash,
I was at work today, shooting rivets into a cowling for a T-6 engine, and thoughts about my younger brother popped into my mind. Like how he used to laugh at my faces I made when I rivet, or to the awe he held me in after I took him for a flight with just a student pilot's license. These thoughts inevitably led to thoughts of the call I received of his death... the flight home, the identification, facing our parents to tell them...
Nash, these thoughts also led to you. I know things are tough now, and I pray for you daily. As it is, I am trying to move across the country, and am in a bit of a fight myself... so I understand frustration. Just hang in there, and if you need to talk, email me @
northpointaerowc@aol.com I'll give you my number. Just don't think you can kick this demon alone, it is against the odds my friend, and I hate to see you succomb.
Take care my friend.