I cant get the Virginia Tech story out of my head, as rightfully I shouldn’t, and niether should you. I’m not busy hating the gunman, or anything like that, I just cant help but imagine the terror associated with being there, the pain. I wonder, about fate– did God mean those people to die that day? You know that saying, that all things happen for a reason. I dont even have words for this. There was another article, unrelated, in the paper this morning about a 91 year old man getting stung by 1000 bees and after his kidneys shut down and his face and body swelled to 4 times their normal sizes, he came out of it and hes still here. His daughter said, “We just have to be thankful for everyday that we wake up alive.”
I told my mom on the phone today, “I love you,” before hanging up. She asked me why I said that, all of a sudden, was I in trouble, and all those sorts of questions. I said, tearing up, “I was just trying to be more grateful.”
She said, “Because of yesterday?”
And I said, “Yeah.”