A woman named Johanna Olson, an NCAA Div III champ, and two time olympic trials qualifier, died from brain cancer. She was five years older than me. I didn't know her, yet I feel so sad.
It isn't right. She did so much, and her live is snuffed out. I aspired to be an Olympic athlete, but failed miserably. I aspire and work hard each day to get closer to accomplishing something really special and positive. But so far, nothing. Failure. Mediocrity.
Why do I live, when it is doubtful I have any redeeming merits, nothing worth saying or giving back, and no heirs or people to remember I did anything that mattered? Why do I live, and she has died, despite having so much more to justify her worth?
If it was a just world, I'd give my life and she could have it, and be healthy again, and fulfill her potential. She deserved life more, because she clearly had more to offer.