true sadness

When Aaron worked at Ogio, there were (and still are) many Mormons that worked there. Aaron learned quickly that there were two types. Good and Jack. Most of the Jack Mormons paraded to be good in front of their families, but when they went on the road...well, they went on the road. Aaron worked with a bunch of non-members there too (good guys) but they had awful morals and habits: drinking, drugs, porn, strip clubs, etc. Aaron and the other Mormons were surrounded by it. And one of Aaron's co-workers took pleasure in taking down a perfectly good Mormon and turning them Jack. Why? To prove that Mormon men were just like all the other dirtbag men out there. And sadly, sometimes I think he's right.

One of the victims/Jacks (because he did make a choice to do it) was Crapo (pronounced: crape-o). Aaron watched Crapo go on the road, get drunk, and live it up. Then after months (maybe even a year) of catching him, Crapo's wife and kids left him. Crapo had chosen his new lifestyle (the one he perceived as cool) over his family. Then he spiraled: drugs, porn, women. He was accused of sexual harassment at work. We watched him self-destruct. He was eventually fired and floated between jobs and his new hard lifestyle. We were sad for him, for his family--all because of some stupid choices and a need to be accepted by people he thought were cool.

We just found out that Crapo committed suicide this week. My heart aches for his children and his ex-wife and his family.