This past week has brought on many changes for me and those around me. Some have been good, and some, unfortunately, have been devastating.
Constantly I’ve been thinking about my roommate whose boyfriend of two years and two months wrecked on Tuesday morning. He was on spring break, 19 or 20 and just going about his routine. One mistake and his whole life, her whole life, his family’s plans, gone.
The sad thing is, if he had been wearing a seat belt…
I don’t know if all of my readers believe in God, but if you do, pray for them. Everyone involved needs it. If you want, you can visit his page on caringbridge.org.
With all of this going on I’ve been reminded how precious life is. We’re not guaranteed tomorrow, or even our next breath. We must use it wisely and not take it for granted.
This situation doesn’t make the fact that my better half will be traveling back home from Louisville, KY any better, especially with the weather like it is. I’ve told him that I love him, miss him and can’t wait to see him, but sometimes that just isn’t enough.
I want to hold him, to see him, to talk to him in person, to laugh with him, to make fun of stupid movies together…
And then I get to thinking about my roommate and how she must feel right now. There’s a chance she’ll never get to do that again with the person she was going to spend the rest of her life with.
I look up to her, though. She’s been through tough times already, but she stays strong. She’s been the one that I go to for advice sometimes, and now I want to be there for her. It’s my turn to pay it forward.
Tuesday night I had the opportunity to listen to Dr. Cornel West speak on humanity in music and ultimately life (then write an article on it). He said something that’s managed to stick with me since then, especially in light of my roommate’s situation:
“It comes down to the question of who you are between the push your momma gave you and the worms waiting for you in the ground.”
How true… and I’ll end with that.
