Ryan

Ryan is crazy active. Cycling, hiking, swimming, snowboarding, dancing. The kind of doer who seems to accomplish a week's worth of wonder in one day. All that with the most glorious and grand smile you'll ever come across. It's what you'll first notice and what you'll always greet.
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But the thing I marvel at is Ryan's modus operandi. He doesn't climb for the symbolic finality of a summit; he doesn't seek to look down and outwards onto familiarity. Instead, he's magnetized by looking up and into mystery. The constant question of "what's there?" and "how does that work?"
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And equally: "what is it like?"
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Ryan embodies the belief that there are certain kinds of knowing only hands and feet gift. The velvet coolness of fresh snow, the spellbinding softness of cherry blossom petals. His inquisitive compulsion for 'knowing through experience' has sharpened into an obsession. Always exploring, always discovering.
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This means Ryan is a treasure chest of sageness and stories. Yet he carries them lightly and gives them generously. The type of friend who shares his passions with none of the ostentation of someone unveiling a carefully nurtured eccentricity.
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One of the most greathearted and modest people I know, Ryan is my personal hero. Whoever said "you should never meet your heroes" is wrong.