Split Second

I was in Bed, Bath, and Beyond last week when the email came through.  Shopping for a shower rod and seconds later in tears. I had clicked on a link to a story a family member had sent me about a deadly car accident in the town I was born in. I clicked, not thinking anything of it, and was shocked to find that someone I care for was involved. Tears immediately started flowing. I couldn’t believe what I was reading. In one moment he would forever be a changed man.

One. Split. Second. That was all it took for his path to drastically change.

Life is like that.

At any moment the life that we have can be ripped out of our hands. We move quickly trying to get places, trying to advance, searching for the answer and we forget. We forget that the life that we have been given is fragile. It can break at a moment’s notice.

From the moment I opened that email, a part of me has gone dark. I am mourning for that moment when his life changed. I am sad for his family who will try to bear his pain. And though it has been years since our paths have crossed, I cannot stop thinking about him and the burden he will bear for the rest of his life. I wish I could take some of it as my own.

But I can’t. None of us can. Sometimes our path is ours and ours alone.

I know he will make it. I know they will make it. They are the strongest family I know. Their faith is infallible, their beliefs, admirable. They will get through this tragedy.

If you have a moment today, I ask that you send your thoughts and prayers out not only to him but also to anyone whose life changed after one. split. second.

Thank you.  xo

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