Recently I've found myself surrounded by the mortality of human life. Sure, people die every day, but it seems like it's getting closer and closer to me. A few weeks ago a girl got abducted from our mall parking lot, and they found her half naked body floating in a nearby creek. Not only was this girl 21, like I am, but she worked in the mall. I was in that mall parking lot less than an hour after her. And, although authorities have found her killer (he shot himself), they are still unable to find a connection between the two, posing the theory that this was a random crime, which sends chills right through me. It reminds me of the episode of Grey's Anatomy where the young girl comes in, fighting for her life from a brutal rape, and she is wearing the same shoes as Meredith's character.
The thing that bothers me the most is that this happened in West End. Not in NYC, or downtown Richmond, which are both places where you heighten your senses. This is a place I go every day and do not even think twice about it.
And now, one of my coworkers is in the hospital. She's really, really sick, and the doctors can't figure out what's wrong with her, they've been running tests for a week. One day she was fine, an the next she was in the hospital. Again, she's about the same age as me. I see her all the time. What if it had been me?
It is comforting to know, however, that my coworkers are very caring people. I made a card for Bree, only to bring it in to find someone had beat me to it. No problem, everyone signed both cards. And, one of the bartenders has been collecting money from people to give to her to help pay her bills while she is out. How nice is that?
I guess it's when things like these happen it reminds you that nothing is certain. I could get in a car accident on the way to work today and I would never know it was coming. We've always been told that life is short, but you never really know exactly HOW short yours is. I could live to see 100, or the clock may already be ticking. I'm hoping for the former, though.
The thing that bothers me the most is that this happened in West End. Not in NYC, or downtown Richmond, which are both places where you heighten your senses. This is a place I go every day and do not even think twice about it.
And now, one of my coworkers is in the hospital. She's really, really sick, and the doctors can't figure out what's wrong with her, they've been running tests for a week. One day she was fine, an the next she was in the hospital. Again, she's about the same age as me. I see her all the time. What if it had been me?
It is comforting to know, however, that my coworkers are very caring people. I made a card for Bree, only to bring it in to find someone had beat me to it. No problem, everyone signed both cards. And, one of the bartenders has been collecting money from people to give to her to help pay her bills while she is out. How nice is that?
I guess it's when things like these happen it reminds you that nothing is certain. I could get in a car accident on the way to work today and I would never know it was coming. We've always been told that life is short, but you never really know exactly HOW short yours is. I could live to see 100, or the clock may already be ticking. I'm hoping for the former, though.
posted by Jessica @ 5:03 AM
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