My Space. Does it even exist any more?? I’m so grateful for it because, from it, came these beautiful words by my brother. They are answers to questions about his life for his My Space page, probably written the year or the year before he passed away. What a blessing they have been! Enjoy getting to know my brother, Daniel Matthew Sprott, in his own words.
Born in Little Rock, AR at the Doctor’s Hospital Building and immediately rushed to St.Vincent’s due to complications. I’ve been in and out of hospitals ever since then. I’ve had 30+ surgeries, I lost count years ago. I’m a professional patient! I’m still kicking. That is a testament to my resilience. We lived in Brinkley until I was about 9 years old (4th grade), then moved to Harrison. I’ve owned 5 vehicles in my life and I have a 40% kill ratio. A ’66 Dodge Coronet 440 which I still own, ’95 Plymouth Neon, ’92 Dodge Dakota, ’01 Chevy Blazer, and now a ’00 Honda CR-V. I’ve hit 2 airbags and I believe in them. I’ve survived turmoil’s I cannot begin to express! Since my last wreck, or rather because of it, I have quit a lot of things. Quit drinking cokes and increased my water intake. I’m feeling better everyday! My family is special in this day and age, my parents are still married after 36 years. I have 2 of 4 grandparents still living, all of whom are over 92 years old. I have two wonderful sisters, both younger, both beautiful, and both super-smart. We’ve all been blessed! Welcome to my life!
My weakness: my legs. My fear: falling. My goal this year: pay off my Honda (which he did). My most missed memory: riding with Grandpa Greene in his truck. Do you believe in yourself: yes. Do you get along with your parents: yes, they are my favorite landlords. Ever been beaten up: yes, once, never again; I believe in the “right to carry.” My heros: my father and grandparents, and Deputy Upton and John Neal, who pulled me out of two of the cars I wrecked. What do you want to be when you grow up: respected. How would you want to die: skydiving or in my sleep, just not in a hospital.
On this day (October 19) in 2006, my brother unexpectedly died. Not in a hospital or skydiving, but in his sleep, most likely from heart failure. He was 29 years old. It shocked my family to the core and changed us forever, but we know Daniel is with Jesus and that is so comforting. What was the most joyous day of his life, was the worst of ours. We love so selfishly, don’t we? We miss him terribly but God has healed most of our hurt and will continue to heal our hearts until we are reunited with our Daniel again one day. We praise God for who he was and for the years and time we had with him!
“For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.” Psalm 139:13-16