No one kills our idols...

... other than us.

I write this (well after a few drinks) reflecting upon the suicide of Robin Williams. Someone we beamed into our senses either weekly (Mork and Mindy) or yearly, on the silver screen, has passed on.

I'm sad that he has gone. But not for the usual reasons. He was a man plagued with drugs and depression - a condition that hurts many people. I don't know him. He doesn't know me. But he represents what we all could be. And with this, he represents what could happen to all to us.

There will be tributes and reflections and analysis on many things. But the most important thing of all is this: crying for help is one of the most important skills you can learn. Be vocal. Don't be afraid

Stay healthy people in body and, most of all, in mind. When everything is gone, until your last breath, hold on to the important things in your heart.