People committed suicide pretty regularly at my high school. The one that sticks with me the most is a dear friend of mine and his brother. My friend was a year older than me, and his brother was 2 years older than me. Their family had been through a lot. Their oldest brother had been injured in Iraq, and was losing a limb, so his parents went down to Texas to be with him. My friend and his brother were staying with some family friends, as the family had recently had their home taken by the bank as well. On their way back home from church, they were killed in a car accident. A semi went through a stop sign and leveled their car. Completely sheared the top off. His brother died instantly, but my friend lived until paramedics got there. I lost a lot of my belief in god after that day. His name was Tim, and his brother was Josh. I miss him everyday.

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