It is a somber day for Bulldog Nation. Today, we lost a warrior. Today, we lost a friend. Today, we lost a Bulldog. Today, we lost Nick Bell, defensive end, #36. Nick was diagnosed with cancer towards the end of September, had surgery on October 1, and things took a turn for the worse over the past couple of days. Nick was a fighter, there's no doubt about that, but sadly, he lost the battle. I can't say I knew Nick personally, but losing a fellow Bulldog is like losing a brother. I don't even know what to think. The boy was twenty years old, and now he's gone. It's seriously unreal. I've got "RIP #36" on my bell. He'll always be with us. We'll bring him into the stadium, even though he'll already have a front row seat.
I was prepared to ramble and rant about all my problems, about how I'm having one of the worst weeks ever, but all of a sudden, that doesn't matter. At all. I'm still stressed out of my mind, but I can't say my life sucks. I've been thrown some major curveballs this week (3 major tests, a mini speech, huge lab report, my car died, a monsoon, registering for classes, and your other run of the mill college craziness), but they pale in comparison to the Bell family. I have no reason to complain. I'm alive. My life is good.
Nick Bell
1990-2010
Rest in Peace, Bulldog
#36 Forever
