Becca Williams' dedications: Jesus Christ, with Whom all things are possible. Brian Thomas Littrell - all I need to say I've said in this story. Thank you, thank you, thank you. 4593~23~8398. Becca - it's been a pleasure working with you, girly! It's nice to see I'm not the only one who feels this way, and I'm glad we've gotten to know each other. Thanks. To the rest of the guys - you inspire me. Keep on doing your Backstreet Thang. To all who read this and are moved in some way by it - thank you for reading. Feedback is appreciated at: Acceb_2002@hotmail.com ~God~Music~Writing~Dancing~Singing~Brian~ The rest is just details. I love you all. Becca Psalms 61:1-3 Philippians 1:3 --------------- A Twist of Fate © 2000 Becca Williams --------------- It's funny...just when you think your whole world is right, it comes crashing down. April 12, 2000, and my whole world was perfect. I had aced my US History test, I had gotten 1st place in the 100-meter dash the day before, and my crush had FINALLY smiled at me! I came home from one of my last days as a senior at Danville High School. Track practice had just finished, and all I wanted to do was get out of those nasty warm- ups. I walked in the door and threw my backpack down. "I'm home!!" No answer. 'Oh yeah. My sister's at my grandparent's, my mom is at work, and my dad is working the ambulance tonight.' I walked up to my room and turned on MTV as I got ready for my shower. "MTV news...10 to the hour, every hour," the announcer intoned. '4:50. Perfect. Let's see what's going on in the music world,' I thought. "This is MTV News, I'm John Norris. It's a sad day in the music world," John Norris started. 'Huh. We're on the same wavelength, John,' I thought. "Backstreet Boy Brian Littrell died this morning of a sudden heart attack." My heart sank down to my feet and I quickly sat down on my bed. John paused. "Sources say he and the rest of the Backstreet Boys were rehearsing for an upcoming appearance on Saturday Night Live when the twenty-five year old collapsed. His bandmates tried to revive him with no avail. Services for Brian will be held in his hometown of Lexington, Kentucky at the Lexington Baptist Church at ten on Saturday, April 15. Our thoughts and prayers go out to his family, friends...and the fans. More at ten to the hour, every hour here on MTV." A tear escaped his eye as the screen faded to black. "This has been MTV news. You hear it here, first." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ April 13, 2000 dawned bright and clear, not matching my mood at all. I stayed home from school, playing sick, but really just sad. From the moment John broke the news, I had never taken off my Kentucky Wildcats hat, the one identical to Brian's. It made me feel closer to him, somehow. My parents had forbidden me to go to Lexington for the funeral, driving or flying. I was determined to go. I argued. I pleaded. I cried. But I had my resolve, and my Christmas money from my grandparents. "Where will you stay?" they asked. "What will you eat?" "I have my own money, I have my own job," I argued. "I can make it for a few days on my own." "You didn't know him," they protested. "You want to spend your weekend at the funeral of a man you never knew?" "Yes." I left a note, saying I'd gone, not to worry about me, and I'd be back Monday. And so, sometime around noon, I set off for Lexington in my little blue Escort. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Nine long hours later, I checked into my hotel. Nothing fancy, I just wanted to sleep. The phone rang much earlier than I wanted it to. "This is your 8 AM wake-up call," a female voice chirped. "Thanks," I muttered as I hung up and rolled over. I got up and got showered and dressed. As much as I needed to do this, I was almost dreading it. "Where to, miss?" the taxicab driver asked. "Lexington Baptist Church, please." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Flowers. Flowers, as far as I could see. And the fans. They surrounded the church, flowing up the stairs, into the lobby area, and into the sanctuary itself. Crazy as it seems, I found my e-pal there. I had been talking to her online for a little more than 6 months, and we had become quite good friends, despite the two-year age difference. I remember her telling me she was very short, so when I saw a very tan, very short girl in the lobby area, I decided to take the chance. "Are you Becca?" "Um, yes. Why? And who are you?" "Well, I'm Becca. From Iowa." Her eyes widened. "No way. How did you get here?" "I drove. Against my parent's wishes, but I did. And you flew?" "All the way from Cali." "I can't believe this," I said, surveying the lobby. "All this, for him. And just the fact that he's not here blows my mind." "I know," she said, her voice cracking. "I never met him, but I miss him so much. Does that sound crazy?" "No. I feel the same way. Well, at least now you can give your letter to him," I pointed out, referring to a letter she had so desperately wanted to get to him. She chuckled. "I guess so. There's his parents, and his brother," she said, nodding slightly to indicate his family. His defeated looking mother, his tear-stained father, and his desperately-trying-to-be- strong brother. My heart broke, right then and there. Not only were they shaking the hand of everyone who went through the sanctuary doors, they were allowing fans in. "I'm sorry," I whispered as I hugged Jackie. She looked at me. "A fan?" she asked. "Yes," I said, fearful she might not let me in. But she just hugged me tighter. "Thank you for coming. Brian would have been thrilled to meet you." "Yeah," I said, my eyes filling with tears. "I'm sure the feeling would have been mutual." I walked inside, to the back of the sanctuary, where the casket was lying open. I linked arms with Becca and we walked over together. My breath caught in my throat as the tears fell freely. "He's so handsome," I croaked out. "Even now." He was; with khakis and a navy blue sweater, he looked peacefully asleep. It was almost like at my friend Lindsey's funeral. I just wanted her to sit up and have it all be a joke. Becca nodded, unable to speak. She carefully placed her letter in the casket, and I soon followed suit. I had written two things the night before, one to Brian that just said everything I felt, and the other was a memoir that I was going to give to Brian's parents after the service. Becca leaned over and said something I couldn't hear, something between the two of them that I wasn't meant to hear. She backed away and I leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Thank you, Brian, for everything. You don't know what you've done for me, although I suppose God will tell you now. I love you." Becca and I found a place to sit and fought back tears as the service began. I could see his family in the front row, along with the guys and Leighanne, who looked like she was being torn apart. "We are gathered here today to celebrate the memory of Brian Thomas Littrell. We have asked some family and friends to speak first, so...." The preacher trailed off as Brian's father stepped up. "I have lost my son," he started. "I have been trying to come to grips with this fact. I don't have a speech prepared, I just came up here to say this: Brian, I am so very proud of you, and me and your mom and your brother love you very much." He made his way back to his seat. After a few moments of silence, the preacher went back up to the front. "Is there anyone else who would like to say something?" "What about the memoir?" Becca asked me in a low voice. "I don't think I could do that," I replied. "Come on, I'll go with you. I'll speak first. Do it for Brian." We got up and walked up to the front. Becca stepped in front of the microphone and said, "My name is Becca, and I'm just a fan. Today is my twentieth birthday. No matter what my parents may have said to me, I could think of no better way to spend my birthday than here with Brian. Twenty years ago, I wasn't supposed to be born. And when I was born, weighing only two and half pounds, I wasn't supposed to live very long. The doctors feared that my lungs and my heart might have not been completely formed. They found that I did have a hole in my heart and wanted to do surgery. But the Lord stepped in and saved me. Just like He stepped in and saved Brian's life twenty years ago. Brian was kept on this Earth for a reason, and that reason was to bring us all joy. The only comfort I can offer all of you is something a dear friend who passed away earlier this year, said to me. He told me that it'll hurt for a while, but eventually that hurt will go away and all you'll be left with is the memories that will bring you joy. Before I start crying, I'd like to turn you over to my friend, whose name also happens to be Becca." She stepped back and allowed me to step up to the mike. I never really liked speaking in front of a large group of people, but that day was different. That day I knew that everyone there was just as weak and vulnerable as me. "I am just a fan," I started. "I never knew Brian, I never even met him. But he has touched my life in a way that only few have. I truly believe he is my angel. "Through his faith in God, he has strengthened my faith. Through all the problems with his heart, he has showed me how to be strong. Through his selflessness, he has taught me how to be grateful for what you have, and humble, and not complain about your problems, because someone's are always worse than yours are. Through his love for his family, he has set the example for how I should love mine. Through his love for his girlfriend, he has set the example for how all men should treat the woman they are with. And through his respect for everyone, he has showed me how to love. So Brian," I said, "thank you for all that you've done for me, and for the rest of the fans around the world. We truly have and will continue to appreciate your music, and will keep your legacy alive. Brian's legacy. The one of honesty, of courage, of humor, of love, and of faith. Mr. and Mrs. Littrell, thank you for allowing me to be here, and thank you for the gift of your son. Brian," I said again, this time looking skyward, "this is from the fans. We love you. We will miss you, but we will carry on, and look forward to the day when we will meet." I stepped down, but I didn't get two feet before I was engulfed in a bear hug. 'Nick.' He was shaking and crying, but had a new strength from when I'd seen him from the front of the church. "Thank you," he kept repeating. "Thank you." I hugged him back. "It's ok, Nick, it's ok." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ The rest of the service was beautiful. Leighanne talked for a little bit, and then the boys got up and harmonized "Amazing Grace". The preacher got up and his last words before the procession began were, "On this day, let us not be consumed by our grief, but be comforted by the thought that Brian is in Heaven, and we will see him again when the Lord deems it so." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Family and friends walked out of the church after the service. It was absolutely silent, save for the occasional sob. I didn't know if I could stand to see the casket being carried out of the church. That's what hit me the hardest at Lindsey's funeral; when the pallbearers lifted the casket and I realized that she couldn't walk on her own, and that she never would again. When the boys, along with one of Kevin's brothers and Harold, carried the casket - no, Brian - out of the church, I literally felt my heart breaking. I had to lean on Becca to support me, lest I fall over. For once, AJ had taken his sunglasses off, and the tears streaming down his face were obvious as they loaded Brian into the hearse. At the cemetery, there was a short graveside service. Brian's brother read Psalms 23 and Ecclesiastes 3. "The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not be in want. He makes me lie down in green pastures, He leads me beside quiet waters, He restores my soul. He guides me in paths of righteousness for His name's sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil, my cup overflows. Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever." "There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under Heaven: A time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain, a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away, a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak, a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace." "My brother's favorite verse was Psalms 61:1-3 - Hear my cry, O God; listen to my prayer. From the ends of the earth I call to You, I call as my heart grows faint; lead me to the Rock that is higher than I. For you have been my refuge, a strong tower against the foe." He paused. "And my favorite verse reminds me of my little brother. Philippians 1:3 - I thank my God every time I remember you." He stepped down, indicating the end of the service, and then everybody stood there and talked quietly. I was talking with Becca when Jackie Littrell came up to us. I handed her the memoir, and she recognized it as what I had said earlier. "I came to thank you both for what you said," she said in a voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you for this, too," she added. "You've done so much today. What can I do to repay you two?" "I've been paid already. Brian was your gift to me." Her eyes filled with tears. "I want you to come to our house. I want to give you something. A picture of him, maybe, a...a shirt of his, anything." "I couldn't." "You will," she said, gently but firmly. "Both of you." "All right," we agreed. "Tomorrow." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ The rest of the day was a blur. Becca and I went back to my hotel room and just talked. Talked and cried. Another twist of irony, she was in the room next to mine. "Talk about coincidence," I said. "I know. Maybe Brian planned it that way," she chuckled. I laughed. "Probably." We fell asleep talking around midnight, just sharing memories from TV appearances and awards shows. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Around noon, there was a knock on the door. I was up and dressed, listening to Millennium on my Discman. Becca was still asleep on the bed. I went to the door and unlocked it. "Yeah?" Leighanne was standing there. "Becca?" "Yeah?" "Can I talk to you?" "Yeah, sure. Come in. Don't mind my sleeping friend over there," I said, indicating a fast-asleep Becca. "Oh, I don't want to wake her. Why don't we go down to the lounge and talk there?" "Okay." I left a note for Becca and went with Leighanne to the lounge. "I want to thank you for what you said yesterday," she said as we sat down. I laughed. "Seems everybody does. I didn't think it was that special." "It was, trust me. Nick can't stop talking about you." I laughed again. "Is that a good thing?" "Yeah...he wants to get to know you, I think." "That would be nice. I'd like to meet the guys sometime." "We can arrange that. What are you doing today?" "Brian's mom wanted me and Becca to go over to their house...she wanted to give me something of his...but I don't feel right doing it...maybe if you came with us," I offered. "If she doesn't mind. Maybe you and Becca could come to dinner tonight with the guys and I." "I have to be home sometime tomorrow." "Where do you live?" she asked. "Iowa. It's about a 9 hour drive." "We'll fly you," she offered. "You don't have to. Besides, my car is here." "Okay. Well, you can still have dinner tonight, can't you?" "I guess so." Becca came down and waved to us. "There you are. I was wondering where you were." "I left a note," I laughed. She grinned. "I'm blind, then!" ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Jackie was waiting for us when we arrived. "Well hello, Leighanne. I didn't know you were coming." "I didn't either. Becca wanted me to." "I didn't feel right," I quickly explained. Jackie handed me a small photo album. "Go on, look," she urged. Brian. It was all Brian. Good pictures. A couple baby pictures, some grade and high school pictures including a few senior pictures, and about 20 more recent ones. At home, playing basketball, singing, dancing.... "I can't take this," I protested. "Yes you can," Jackie insisted. "We have copies of them. It's ok. And here," she said, putting a Kentucky Wildcats sweatshirt in my arms. "This, too." The scent of cologne still clung to the shirt. "I can't," I protested again, but to no avail. I left the house with a photo album, a sweatshirt, and a teddy bear. "Dinner at 5?" I asked as Leighanne and I walked back to my car. "Yes," she said, looking at the teddy bear. "Leigh?" I said as she started to cry. "I gave that to Brian when he went in for his heart surgery. I just...." "Leigh...take the bear." "I can't. Jackie wanted you to have it." "And I want you to have it. Take the bear." I put it in her arms and she looked at me with tear-filled eyes. "You mean it?" "Of course. It means more to you than it does to me." She hugged the bear to her chest. "Thank you." I saw Becca talking to Mrs. Littrell. Jackie then handed Becca a grocery bag. "What's in the bag?" I asked as I unlocked the door to my hotel room "I don't know. I'll open it in a second." When she did, she started crying. Jackie had given her another of Brian's Wildcats sweatshirt, along with the hat that was identical to mine. When I showed her my hat, we cried harder. We decided to wear our respective shirts and hats to dinner that night. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ When we met for dinner, the boys were still shaken, but putting on brave faces for us. I decided that before we did anything else, we should exchange e-mail addresses. We then shared memories of Brian as we ate. When we were finished, a waitress came out with a big birthday cake with 20 candles on it. It had been Kevin's idea to help brighten up her day, at least a little. She blew all the candles out at once, and then cut the cake into eight pieces. "Who's the extra piece for?" Howie asked as she finished. Becca's eyes filled with tears as she realized that Brian wasn't there. "I couldn't leave Brian out of my birthday celebration," she said. The rest of the night was uneventful. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ I went home the next morning to face the fury of my parents. They were worried about me; I told them I was fine. They grounded me for not obeying them, which was fine with me. I'm glad I went and got the closure that I did. I got an email that same day from Becca. She said she had gotten a letter from Brian, postmarked April 12. 'The day he died,' I realized. 'He must have dropped that in the mail only a few hours before..' She didn't tell me everything in the letter, only that he had gotten it four times, and that he had read her story on her web site. "And the most amazing part," she wrote, "is that he recorded Miracle...ya know, my poem? Onto a tape, playing his guitar with it! I'm going to see if Kevin could find it. I'd really like to hear it." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ The boys held a press conference in May, saying they were going to release the album as planned, and then continue as a quartet. The guys and I had kept in touch through e-mail, but it was Nick who called me almost every day. Not too long after the press conference, he asked me out, even though it was long-distance. I happily agreed, and e-mailed Becca with the news. A few weeks after the album came out, Miracle debuted on MTV. It was a compilation of video and picture clips of Brian. I watched at home and cried. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ I was checking out the Grammy nominations online when something jumped out at me - BEST SONG: Miracle - Becca Carlson/Brian Littrell I jumped out of my chair, quickly disconnecting and calling Becca. "I know, I know," she screamed when I told her. "Isn't it great?!" She invited me to go to the awards show with her, and I quickly agreed. It gave me a chance to see her and the guys again. When the big night finally came, we were all incredibly tense as we waited for best song to come up. When they announced Miracle had won, Becca jumped to her feet and looked to the sky. I jumped up also and kissed Nick, then turned around and hugged Becca. As I sat down, I blew a kiss to the sky, knowing Brian was watching. Kevin walked Becca up to the stage, where they presented her with two trophies. "I know if Brian were here, he'd want me to speak saying that the song wouldn't have been written without me. So, this is for you, B-Rok." She held the trophy up to the sky. "I couldn't have written the words without God, so I thank Him. I thank my mom. I thank the Backstreet Boys for allowing the song to be on the album. And most importantly, I thank you Brian. I know you're looking down on us from Heaven. I accept this award on Brian's behalf and I know..." She couldn't finish, so Kevin stepped up and said, "I know Brian would be honored to have received this award. We love you, Brian." Kevin and Becca were both crying and they hugged each other as we were led off stage. I sat quietly with the rest of the guys, fighting tears. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Over the next year, Becca and the guys worked hard on their project, their book and album, called Rok Your World. I helped out on some of it, but it was mostly Becca's doing. I know she was proud of it and I was proud of her. It had everything on it, it seemed. Pictures and articles of and about Brian, appearances, and interviews. On the album was the original demo of "Miracle", "Where Do We Go From Here?", "That's What She Said", an a cappella version of "It's So Hard To Say Goodbye To Yesterday" by Boyz II Men, "How Do I Live" by LeAnn Rimes, "Friends" by Michael W. Smith, "One Last Cry" by Brian McKnight, and Brian's version of "One Last Cry", among other tracks. It was amazing. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ The twist of fate that April day led me to meet five of my best friends: Becca, Leighanne, AJ, Howie, and Kevin. As for Nick...well, Leigh was right when she said he was interested in me. We were married 53 wonderful years. Becca married a man she met in college named Jacob Luttrell. They were cute together. The wedding was beautiful, the reception was beautiful, and their son was beautiful. They named him Brian Thomas, as did Nick and I with our first son. We also had Lindsey Marie (after my friend Lindsey, and Becca, because Marie is her middle name), and Dustin James (for my friend I lost in grade school and AJ's middle name). The day finally came when I was to meet Brian, though... ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "I tell you," I told the angel, "one minute I was with my husband and friends, and the next, here I am." She laughed. "That's the way it works. I'm Lindsey Kerr." "Say again?" "What? I said I'm Lindsey Kerr. Why?" "Becca Carter...formerly Becca Williams." Her eyes lit up and we hugged. "It's so good to see you again." "You too. Hey. Will you tell me where I can find Brian Littrell?" ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ 'Basketball court,' I thought to myself. 'Where else would he be?' I laughed as I walked along. I was finally going to meet Brian. And then I saw him. There was no mistaking him. Wildcats shirt, jean shorts, blue hi-tops, messy hair, and all. He was sitting on the bench, taking a break, when I went up to him and covered his eyes with my hands. "Almost 60 years ago, I went to a stranger's funeral. I missed school, got grounded and yelled at, got sunburned, drove 20 hours total, and cried my eyes out the entire time. But," I continued, "I would've done it all over again." He turned around. "You...you were the girl...with the other girl...and you married..." "You're very articulate, you know that?" He laughed. "Let me start over. You were the girl at the funeral who did the memoir, and that other girl who wrote the letter was with you. And you married my best friend, Nick." "That's me." "Brian Littrell," he said, sticking out his hand. "Becca Carter...or at least, it was Williams when I went." I shook his hand and then hugged him. "You don't know how long I've been waiting to do this." "What? You mean for me to whoop you at basketball?" "No way. I played basketball in high school AND college. I could whoop your scrawny butt any day," I shot back. "Oh yeah?" he countered. "Yeah." "Oh yeah?" "Yeah." "Oh yeah?" "Give me the ball," I said, grabbing it out of his hands and making a 3-pointer from where I stood. Brian's sapphire eyes widened. "You're gonna give me a run for my money, huh?" "No. I'm gonna whoop you, like I said." "Oh yeah?" "Let's not start that again." "Oh yeah?" he grinned. "Shut up, Shorty," I said, even though he had an inch on me. "Excuuuse me," he said in a girly voice. "I believe I'm taller than you." "So what?" "So you're the Shorty, Shorty." "So if I'm Shorty, then what are you?" "Gorgeous." "Hands off. I married your best friend." "Ouch. Why?" I laughed. "Why not?" "Cause I wanted to marry you." "You died before I even met you!" "So?" he grinned. "Wouldn't it be a little hard to marry a dead person?" "Hmmm..." "Quit thinking and give me the rok." "Huh?" "No! Not you! I said THE ROK. Not B-Rok!!" I laughed hysterically. "You'll have to get it from me first," he grinned, picking up the ball. I snatched it from his hands and made a quick lay-up. "Told you...I'm gonna whoop you!" "Oh yeah?" "Brian!" As much as we teased each other, we became best friends, almost inseparable. The rest of my friends followed in quick succession. I was 92 when I first met Brian; Nick followed soon afterward. Died of a broken heart, I guess. I told him he was a wimp; he told me it was because I went first. Leighanne and Becca weren't far behind. The look on Becca's face when she saw Brian...ecstatic is the only word I can think of to describe it! They became good friends right off the bat. Leigh was just happy to be with Brian again...she never did get married after he died. She dated a little, but I think her heart was always with Bri. AJ was the last of the last, as Howie and Kevin went right after Becca, victims of a bank robbery. It reminded me a lot of Columbine, of Cassie Bernall, because they died for Whom they believed in. I don't think I could've been more proud and more heartbroken at the same time. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ The twist of fate that day, that day when I lost my role model, turned out to be a blessing in disguise. I didn't think of it at the time, but now I know. Now I owe everything to that twist of fate. THE END