chrisallick · June 15, 2013 19:25
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 For most of us it was our first job out of college. Living in New York, working on what we through were big important projects and figuring out what we wanted from life.  A really fun time in our lives.  However, the particular project we were working on had become a slog. The day to day was wearing on us and there was no leadership.  You know when you feel like you're not sure what or why your doing anything and you look around at your work place wondering who's steering the ship? Well, our tech leader who wasn't particularly helpful introduces us to Will.  Huge smile, scragly hair and immediately someone we looked up to.  I was pretty full of myself, still am, but I remember sitting around having beers and talking and him showing me projects he worked on on the side.  It didn't even occur to me that you could "jam on a passion project" after work.  I was so inspired that somoene would use their talent as a coder to try and make projects just for fun that made people happy.

 Well, within a couple weeks Will had righted the ship and our project was back on track.  We'd all leave at night and he'd be there drinking beers and arguing with his code and when we came in in the morning there would be a note or an email "all bugs fixed, everything is working now. Sleeping now. - Will"

 After work we'd play NHL and scream at each other in laughter and rage. It was the first time I believed that job could be fun.  He showed me a startup project he was working on and it was then that I realized I didn't have to find a job where my work equaled someone else making dollars.  I could find a job where I felt like I was inspring people and working towards making a difference or at least preparing myself for the opportunity to make a difference in the world.

 Will left one morning saying "I'm goin to go do something else."  Hahah, he did, literally, he just got up and bounced and went and worked for some startup.

 I lost touch with Will.  Bumped into him a few times, exchanged some emails, but told him I was moving to San Francisco. We'd talk about opportunities and visions.  I felt I had entered the same creative realm as him. I was so glad that he had inspired me to not just be a cog in the machine.  And now he's gone.

 I don't know how somoene loses site, or hope or whatever to the point that they feel the need to take their life.  This is the second friend I've lost a friend to suicide and it will always baffle me.  I don't know what to say.  He was hilarious, amazingly bearded, dirty humoured, insightful, masterful with code, deep thinking, nerdy and a friend.
	For most of us it was our first job out of college. Living in New York, working on what we through were big important projects and figuring out what we wanted from life. A really fun time in our lives. However, the particular project we were working on had become a slog. The day to day was wearing on us and there was no leadership. You know when you feel like you're not sure what or why your doing anything and you look around at your work place wondering who's steering the ship? Well, our tech leader who wasn't particularly helpful introduces us to Will. Huge smile, scragly hair and immediately someone we looked up to. I was pretty full of myself, still am, but I remember sitting around having beers and talking and him showing me projects he worked on on the side. It didn't even occur to me that you could "jam on a passion project" after work. I was so inspired that somoene would use their talent as a coder to try and make projects just for fun that made people happy.

	Well, within a couple weeks Will had righted the ship and our project was back on track. We'd all leave at night and he'd be there drinking beers and arguing with his code and when we came in in the morning there would be a note or an email "all bugs fixed, everything is working now. Sleeping now. - Will"

	After work we'd play NHL and scream at each other in laughter and rage. It was the first time I believed that job could be fun. He showed me a startup project he was working on and it was then that I realized I didn't have to find a job where my work equaled someone else making dollars. I could find a job where I felt like I was inspring people and working towards making a difference or at least preparing myself for the opportunity to make a difference in the world.

	Will left one morning saying "I'm goin to go do something else." Hahah, he did, literally, he just got up and bounced and went and worked for some startup.

	I lost touch with Will. Bumped into him a few times, exchanged some emails, but told him I was moving to San Francisco. We'd talk about opportunities and visions. I felt I had entered the same creative realm as him. I was so glad that he had inspired me to not just be a cog in the machine. And now he's gone.

	I don't know how somoene loses site, or hope or whatever to the point that they feel the need to take their life. This is the second friend I've lost a friend to suicide and it will always baffle me. I don't know what to say. He was hilarious, amazingly bearded, dirty humoured, insightful, masterful with code, deep thinking, nerdy and a friend.