His name was Matt, but most of us who knew him called him "Chainsaw." I met Chainsaw on the set of The Last Broadcast Chapter Two: Pandora's Dawn. He would be stunt coordinator and weapon man for the film. I used his gun and thigh holster (which was interesting, considering how much bigger he was compared to tiny little me - but we made it work with duct tape). He taught me how to clear a room to make sure no zombies lurked in the dark corners. When I shot my first (well, second) blank, he was there to cheer me on and laughed when I did a happy dance. During a stunt where I had to lean out the window of a moving SUV, he was the one who held my legs and made sure I didn't fall. I literally put my life in his hands.
Chainsaw was former military, and happily went off to help people who needed it the most. He had a sparkle in his eye and a charming smile. His love for another dear friend of mine, Katie, was amazing. I knew them before they got together, and I was thrilled when Katie finally got her man. What a man he was! They moved to Montana, and were going to get married.
But, for whatever reason, he took his own life.
I'll never understand why. It doesn't matter. What matters is the legacy he left. Amazing people leave a mark. They encourage those left behind to LIVE - every day.
Today, I ask everyone who reads this to hug your loved ones. Talk to them. Tell them how special they are. Leave your own mark, whether it's by writing, or painting, or volunteering. LIVE.