Perspective

We've been bombarded by the flu this week. First Maddy, then Macie, then me. I thought Keith was getting it, but he went in to work this morning, so the jury is still out on him! Both girls now have ear infections as a post complication. My house is germ ridden, stay away! Is it easy to be short tempered when sick? yes. Are the kids grouchy? yes. Easy to wallow in self pity? yes. And I'm sure I would have, had I not stepped outside with Macie yesterday evening.

We live on the 2nd floor (of three) in our apt building. I could tell something was up and I quickly saw there was a man out cold on the ground in front of our building. I watched for a second and could see they were doing CPR. I ran back in to get Keith and we came back out to watch the horrible event unfold. The guy was out running and collapsed. Several nurses and others who know CPR were running out of our building to help. They worked on him until the paramedics got there. I was pretty emotional watching the whole thing, I just kept thinking "oh my gosh, I'm watching a man die". Two hours later I found out he didn't make it. He was only 23 years old. He had a 21 year old wife; they had only been married 9 months.

Death will quickly put your own little world back in perspective. Everything that seemed of monumental importance, now back in check. Everything of great importance, taken off the back burner. I did not know the man who passed away or his wife, but please join me in praying for her. I can't imagine being widowed at the age of 21, or seeing my husband in the state hers was in.