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He suffered a massive heart attack. Mike was only in his mid fifties, and by all accounts, he was in great shape. But he died at work, with his boots on.
About 15 years ago, he decided to change his body and his life, and he lost almost 100 pounds . . . and he kept it off. He didn't go on any crash or fad or trendy diet, but simply started eating basically healthy and in moderation and doing regular exercise. He played a lot of racquetball and tennis. He was slim and looked the picture of health. He was THE MAN!
Most of all, Mike was a really good guy. He was smart, funny, and KIND. Kindness is a vastly underrated human trait.
He worked on the IT side of things in the securities industry, and as he once put it, he could speak both languages (securities and tech.) He went through a rough patch when he lost his job with the Philadelphia Stock Exchange, but eventually landed with TD Ameritrade, a fairly high stress job that necessitated a long daily commute to NYC.
For that reason, I saw little of him the last couple of years, as he basically just used most of his weekends to recover at home.
He DJ'ed a lot of dances at our Church, bringing his own vast collection of reggae and soul, R&B and hip hop and trance/industrial stuff.
We shared a love of Monty Python and Firesign Theater, and we shared the (infinitely small) distinction of both having been ping pong champions in separate years at our (raucous and decidedly unconventional) church camps.
The last time I saw him was earlier this summer. He and his wife were heading out to private nature spot they knew, woods that opened up into a beautiful meadow that featured a large swimming pond. I had already made other plans, and had to decline. Each moment is precious, folks. Try never to miss one.
About 15 years ago, he decided to change his body and his life, and he lost almost 100 pounds . . . and he kept it off. He didn't go on any crash or fad or trendy diet, but simply started eating basically healthy and in moderation and doing regular exercise. He played a lot of racquetball and tennis. He was slim and looked the picture of health. He was THE MAN!
Most of all, Mike was a really good guy. He was smart, funny, and KIND. Kindness is a vastly underrated human trait.
He worked on the IT side of things in the securities industry, and as he once put it, he could speak both languages (securities and tech.) He went through a rough patch when he lost his job with the Philadelphia Stock Exchange, but eventually landed with TD Ameritrade, a fairly high stress job that necessitated a long daily commute to NYC.
For that reason, I saw little of him the last couple of years, as he basically just used most of his weekends to recover at home.
He DJ'ed a lot of dances at our Church, bringing his own vast collection of reggae and soul, R&B and hip hop and trance/industrial stuff.
We shared a love of Monty Python and Firesign Theater, and we shared the (infinitely small) distinction of both having been ping pong champions in separate years at our (raucous and decidedly unconventional) church camps.
The last time I saw him was earlier this summer. He and his wife were heading out to private nature spot they knew, woods that opened up into a beautiful meadow that featured a large swimming pond. I had already made other plans, and had to decline. Each moment is precious, folks. Try never to miss one.