I first met Mike at school in art class, he used to make me laugh and I was constantly a bit scared he'd get me in trouble... After a few years of not seeing him he contacted me one day many years ago to meet for a drink. From that point he slowly grew to be one of my best friends, we spent days together hanging out and learning new things. His passion for life and ability to focus and learn astounded me. But he wanted me to learn too, was constantly pushing me to learn more - he thought teaching me to wrestle would be fun (needless to say I was never going to win - even when he put himself in the position for me to put in a hold and i thought I had it perfect he'd get out), then endless hours with Karolina and I trying to 'get our knee down' and explaining the basics of how I should play WOW. But it wasn't just learning, he was one of the few people in this world I truly would have done anything for. He picked me up when I was broken and kept an eye on me to ensure I was always OK - even when he wasn't supposed to. I can't imagine how I'm going to get through this life without him here. Still hoping I'm going to wake up and find out this was all just a bad dream...