Perspective

This morning started off kinda funky. My son-in-law crushed two of his fingers at work. He is ok and will keep both fingers so I was happy about that. I had a phone call for a job interview that I was really excited about. My husband is having a severe case of the Mondays and my chickens all escaped before ten o’clock this morning (not to worry they are all back up now).

As I was on the phone with my daughter getting an update on my son-in-law and laughing at the now distinguished club that he belongs to in our family, those of us that have lost or almost lost our fingers, a person died in the hospital emergency room bed next to them. I could hear the family in the background starting to scream as my daughter was hanging up with me.

I am not going to lie. I am still crying a bit because I have been where that poor family is, and it brings those memories back full force even though I don’t know these people. I will have to follow up with my daughter to make sure she is ok as I know that her PTSD and subsequent panic attacks are going to kick in being so close to the scene. Just hearing the terror and disbelief in their voices at that moment was enough to send me chills 2500 miles away.

Even though this day has been strange for me, my perspective has completely changed. I will never forget what it is like to have a really terrible day.

To that family, that is at this very moment reeling from the shock of a lost loved one, my heart is with you.

Much Love,

KJ