Michael Shibe... wow... I'm sure you guys have heard by now about the scoutmasters from Alaska that were electrocuted at the national jamberee. Well Michael Shibe was my old cub scout master. It was so strange reading his name. At first I arrogantly thought that maybe, just maybe it was somebody else because I forgot his first name. Then later on I read that he had two sons at the jamberee and my scout master had twin sons. Well, I knew then that it was him, my parents confirmed the name a little while ago.

His second to oldest son, Neil, was one of my best friends. Since I moved we never really talked but I'm planning on grabbing my old friend Kyle and heading over to his house. I'm sure he's not in the mood for talking. I'll definetly be at the funeral. Problem is I didn't bring any black up to Ak. I knew I was going to a wedding but not a funeral...

scouts... wow... every time we met Michael would bring this candle and we would burn it for the whole meeting and when we got to the bottom we'd get to go to like laser tag or a pool for a meeting. Wow... every winter we'd go to Camp Goresuch! Wow that was fun! We'd drive around on sled dogs and have little races of human sled dogs ahaha... ride down snow mountains and make big jumps... and everyone was supposed to bring a couple of cans and we'd empty it all into one of those big metal barrels (hopefully sanitary ah) and we'd make this super stew stuff... and it was always AMAZING... Michael was a great guy... probably one of the best people I knew grewing up and one of the few people that I looked up to as a father. He was fun guy, fuzzy beard ahaha.. at least back then... he even had his Eagle Scout badges on the wall... we'd spend the night over at Neil (his son again)s house all the freakin time... have huge water balloon fights in teh backyard. Wow... I really miss those days and Neil.. Nobody yet has said anythinga bout how many kids Michael had... he had 4 sons, the twins were the youngest. Neil was the second oldest... damn we used to make the pinewood derby cars just for fun ahha.. put little lego guys in these little driver seats we'd make.

I'm gonna go see 'em but wow... he's dead... that man REALLY helped me become the person I am today... fitness... outdoors survival, he sparked so much in me and I owe him so much and I never truly realized that until I saw his name.

How he died... first he was electrocuted but then the tent was on fire too... electrocuted and then burned... all that and he didn't die until the hospital.

Then I recently heard taht my favorite teacher ever, Mr. Sterling has an incurable liver disease (he wasn'ta dirnker,a ctually he'd bike to school everyday) and while I'm sureh e'll get a liver transplant but I knew he really made a difference in wanting to become a writer.. hell under ihs supervision I wrote my very first letter tot he editor about gun control!

wow...