One of my best friends, in the foster home I was in had killed himself, he just couldn't take the bullying... and he offed himself, he was like a brother to me I went into a serious depression... Thoughts of suicide, "to see him again" was my reason, and I started picking fights with anyone who even looked at me funny... I eventually got the depression beat out of me, and I came to terms with his death, and realized he wouldn't want me moping around and making enemies, he'd want me to try my hardest to get the hell out of there and rise above the rest. and here I am, living life in the fast lane, living my dream of pro racing, making an average of 150k/year, a nice house, a beautiful fiancee, and it's all because of him and what he had taught me when he was still kicking.