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Jede selbstsichere Person brachte mein ohnehin angeschlagenes Selbstbewusstsein noch mehr ins Wanken

Cecelia Ahern - Die Liebe deines Lebens

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Tweet from zeitonline twitter: VW wankt, aber Winterkorn bleibt - weiß er wirklich nichts vom Abgas-Betrug? In der Branche ist der gang und gäbe.

wanken (wankte, gewankt) - to falter, to stagger

der Betrug - fraud, deception, scam

gang und gäbe sein - to be commonplace, to be common practice

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Cuidado con abandonar a los poetas, cuidado con abandonar a los ancianos, cuidado con abandonar a los niños, porque estamos perdiendo tres pilares de nuestra sociedad

Cristian Warnken

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Just Thinkin'

Well, it's coming around that time again. May 22nd will mark the 4 year anniversary of a very good friend of mine, Bret Wanken's death. It's still a bit hard to cope with the fact that he's gone, unbelievable he's been gone for so long, it seems like yesterday I was still saying hi to him. For those of you who don't know, and would like to know how he passed, I'll tell you what happened. I awoke the morning of May 22nd, 2009. The sun was shining, my cat hogging my pillow, planning on it being a regular day as usual. Not wanting to get up for school, and drifted back to sleep. When 7:20 rolled around, my mother entered the room, trying not to cry to break the news to my brother and I. She told me the news I couldn't handle so early in the morning. She told me that my friend, Bret Wanken, died early that morning. With the thought in my mind, trying to figure out what I was just told, I had to go to school. My brother, his classmate, got half of the day off. Once I hit school, it hit me. Hard. I bawled my eyes out. I couldn't do the therapy sessions for those who were close to him, I couldn't eat, I couldn't focus. It was too hard and too painful. The night before. It was the evening of May 21st, 2009. He was out on his family's farm doing god-knows-what and a few of his classmates where on his farm - mind you, the farm is private property. Anyway, the classmates where on the farm with guns, .22 caliber to be specific. They were recreational shooting and one of the guns accidentally went off, ricochet off a rock and hit Bret in the chest and out the other side (obviously). The shooters panicked, they didn't know what to do. No cars around. No service for about 2.5 miles, so they hiked up there, but by the time they got service, it was nearly too late. They called 911, gave the address and they found them almost immediately. They airlifted Bret to Benefits Hospital (in Great Falls, MT). He passed away early the next morning in surgery. The memorial was about a week later. The person who shot him is a nice guy, felt so much guilt after the service he couldn't do the balloon service everyone did. Everyone was a wreck during the service, the gymnasium was packed, bleachers filled with people, not a sight of the gym floor was visible. It poured out with family friends, friends, classmates and 4H friends/families. Absolutely no dry eyed person in the room, from beginning, prior, and after the memorial. Everyone's heart ached for months. By the time the balloon service was beginning, everyone was with their loved ones, hugging and holding each other, crying hard into everyone's shirts. We didn't care who it was, if we knew them. We weren't alone, we all felt the same thing, we all needed someone to cry with. Everyone's shirt seemed soaked as if it was pouring rain that day.

The balloons where white, the sky was clear, the sun was out and was shining bright. We swore Bret was with us right there, we felt his presence with us. We all let our balloons go with heavy hearts. Teary eyed, we still were, tired of crying, but we couldn't stop. All of us took what his brother said during the memorial seriously - Bret would want us all to be happy. He's alright, he'll be watching over us. He loved us all dearly. Sometimes I still wonder, like tonight, where you'd be today, who you'd be and what you'd be doing. But I know that it would be great. You were a great athlete, leader, friend and brother. We grew up together, went to school together and we'll be friends, maybe not the best, but friends forever. I just wanted to clear my mind, and I think this was the best way to do it. I know I wasn't the prettiest, funniest, smartest or most outgoing person in High School. Sure, I'll occasionally get the "you didn't even know him well enough to talk about him this way!" But little do they know, is that I did. They choose not to listen to me and believe me. But oh well. It is what it is, I can't change it. But I know that I knew him as well as the other people. All I can say is Rest In Peace, Bret. I still think about you to this day. I miss you and love you.