I wanted to write something beautiful for my friend Josh Samman, a UFC fighter who died Wednesday at 28. After lingering for days in a coma that was both heartening and terrifying at the same time, Josh slipped from this world to the next. He was a remarkable man, giving, caring and bold, a gorgeous physical specimen with the soul of a poet.
These traits are rare in isolation. In combination they are almost impossible to find in any one human being. But Josh was that special. It's easy to fall into trite platitudes. With Josh, they were true.