I tell myself that the minutes I spent with Ken on the tragic day of his accident were as important as any while I stood by him. During the only moments I spent with him, I knelt next to him and continued telling him "Ken, you're going to be okay." I had made his name out on an ID card near him; Ken's name rings sorrow in my heart for the man I met for just a few minutes. I pray for him and his family; I can see that his memory is filled with love.