Mike Hall died racing the Indian Pacific Wheel Race. From the reports it was early in the morning when he was struck by a car and died on the scene. From the reports I read the driver was taken to a hospital, likely freaked out and in shock… (and we aren’t going to talk about the driver, fault, or anything else because this is not the place nor the time, so don’t start).
I found out about it on facebook, much like a vast majority of others. …and it was Dirty’s post. Oddly enough, I felt better learning of it from a brother.
I never met Mike Hall, but much like so many others I was inspired by him. I do want to make it clear, I was never inspired by his accomplishments, rather his drive to live life in the way he saw fit, his way, his terms, his goals, his way. I am inspired because he never stopped trying …and that is why I am saddened.
So many times I meet people and they tell me about how they “Wish they could (insert whatever here)”, and simply using the word “Wish” is the most painful part because wishing ain’t shit, trying is. The word “Wish” used in that way is a regret, a regret for a want that the person does not have the drive to even be willing to fail. That is why – for me – it is terrible that Mike died, because we are now losing that drive, that push, the inspiration that you can always try, while so many other people live empty lives void of anything other than vicariousness and never to be fulfilled dreams that they truly believe are out of reach.
Let me tell you something, they aren’t. Your dreams are just an attempt away.
If you are reading these words right now, you are in the middle of your turn. It might be up the moment you finish this sentence, or it might be decades. Either way, you only get one turn. It is up to you to make the best of it, just like Mike Hall did. I’m trying as hard as I possibly can, and hope you are too. …and if you aren’t, start now. Don’t waste your turn, for that is the worst thing you can do. Mike died trying, and to me there is nothing more noble.
So I raise a glass to Mike, and to every mother fucking bad ass baller that ever once and ever will say, “fuck it, I’m going for it and giving it all I’ve got.” …and then fucking went for it. Cheers you mother fuckers!
I promise all of you, I will die with my boots on. I will die trying. No matter what your dreams may be, please stop wishing and try.
There is a fund growing to help get Mike’s body back home, if you would like to help click the link.