Recently, we lost one person in our highschool batch; he got hit by a big bike. I don't like the fact that it took a certain death for me to come to realize a lot of things in my life. I don't like it one bit. But as I listened to the eulogies being spoken during his interment, I looked back and evaluated my own existence. You see, that guy was truly a gem. He helped people -- a lot. We weren't close, nor were we friends. I hadn't had the chance of actually getting to know him deeply because we were never put in the same class together. We just know each other by name. But judging from the things that my friends (who are also his friends) were saying, it is no doubt that he is a great person, and he would've been a very wonderful man. He would've been a great doctor, with a genuine helping heart. He would've been a great, responsible father. A loving husband. A caring son. A model of a brother. He would've been a very great person, if he isn...