So I have to be honest, I really could not bring myself to write about Peter Bello till today. I honestly cannot believe that life could be so cruel to take an amazing young man away at such a young age. But who are we to say why? Peter's life and tributes brought tears to my eyes and they still do as I sit here writing this. I did not know him personally but we have mutual friends and get this, they all have wonderful words to say about him.
You see, I realized from his passing that what really matters in life is not how much money or possessions you amass, but how you touch others and how they remember you. As a daughter of doctor, I watched my father happily save lives a lot of times without getting paid for it and I wondered why? But then I realized how much I achieved from his doing so. Once, I tried to purchase a painting and they artist realized who my dad was said "Don't worry about paying for it, your father saved my life from typhoid!"