I knew Mike as a young boy in Cedar Rapids, Iowa. My husband and I were friends of his parents. His Mom kept me updated by way of email in reguards to his exciting life. She and Jack were always so proud. I was so shocked to receive the email informing me of his death and I couldn’t help thinking of the pain his parents were experiencing. This tribute to Mike has replaced the regret of his death with respect and awe for the accomplishments Mike achieved in his lifetime. His parents have every right to be proud and the world did indeed suffer a lose. I wish all the best to his wife and baby boy. We will all carry the memories of Mike with us always.

I am an avid cyclist and overall fitness fanatic, and at 39 yrs old had a heart attack this past March 16th.  So Mike’s story obviously hits home with me, and when I read his story my jaw hit the floor and I was just stunned.  I sat completely numb for a moment and even cried.  I ask why this has to happen to people like Mike and even me when I see people destroying their lives with drugs, alcohol, nicotine, and even food.

Mike’s story touched me because it could have been and still could be me.  Mike’s story also taught me to be thankful for my family and friends, and he will enter my mind every time my day gets rough or things just don’t go my way.  His personality came through the words of the article, and although my ultimate goal is to live like Jesus Christ…. I will also give it my best to live like Mike.  God’s peace to Mike and his family.

Ride on Mike! 

I never knew Mike but wish I had.  I get the feeling Mike would stop in the pouring rain to help me fix a flat and put a smile on my face. And when I was back on the road I would feel like it was a wonderful thing that I flatted.  Because it gave me the opportunity to meet Mike.  Even for a moment.

Maribel and Mike Jr., God bless you both.  What a beautiful little boy.

Mike Harry

Battle Ground, Washington