Sometimes I actually feel guilty...
... for feeling sorry for myself. I've been feeling badly over my stupid foot and not being able to afford to go have it casted. But, once again, I just got some bad news that makes my foot a non-issue.
First of all, about a month ago, one of my teammates lost her daughter unexpectedly. My teammate has terminal cancer and she lost her 40 year old daughter. Yet still she comes to pool night with a smile on her face.
Then, 2 weeks ago, after I had shot my game and left, another teammate got a phone call that her 19 year old son had been murdered that night while we were playing pool. She was gone last week and came back this week. Once again, this woman found a way to smile.
I was so worried waiting for the third thing that I was actually scared for my own kids. Then, yesterday we found out that a lady who my sister works with found her 11 year old son hanging from a tree in their yard over the weekend. I thought that was the end of this rash of deaths all around me.
This past Tuesday, I kept score and I was supposed to drop the score card off at my home bar but my daughter (in LA) panicked when I wasn't at home so she called the police from California and had them go to my house. I had to go straight home to show them that I was OK.
On the way back from taking my sister to the airport this morning, I stopped by the bar to drop off the score card. Rick, the owner, was the only one there. I had expected to see Dawn, our team captain and part-owner of the place. She's ALWAYS there. But yesterday morning her parents were both killed when their house burned down.
It's a beautiful day outside and I have no problems.
... for feeling sorry for myself. I've been feeling badly over my stupid foot and not being able to afford to go have it casted. But, once again, I just got some bad news that makes my foot a non-issue.
First of all, about a month ago, one of my teammates lost her daughter unexpectedly. My teammate has terminal cancer and she lost her 40 year old daughter. Yet still she comes to pool night with a smile on her face.
Then, 2 weeks ago, after I had shot my game and left, another teammate got a phone call that her 19 year old son had been murdered that night while we were playing pool. She was gone last week and came back this week. Once again, this woman found a way to smile.
I was so worried waiting for the third thing that I was actually scared for my own kids. Then, yesterday we found out that a lady who my sister works with found her 11 year old son hanging from a tree in their yard over the weekend. I thought that was the end of this rash of deaths all around me.
This past Tuesday, I kept score and I was supposed to drop the score card off at my home bar but my daughter (in LA) panicked when I wasn't at home so she called the police from California and had them go to my house. I had to go straight home to show them that I was OK.
On the way back from taking my sister to the airport this morning, I stopped by the bar to drop off the score card. Rick, the owner, was the only one there. I had expected to see Dawn, our team captain and part-owner of the place. She's ALWAYS there. But yesterday morning her parents were both killed when their house burned down.
It's a beautiful day outside and I have no problems.
posted by Meg Kelso | 8:54 AM
2 Comments:
Meg, sorry for your losses.
Keep the faith!
Rod.
Thanks but they weren't my losses. You wanna hear something really bad? Each time I heard about another death I thought to myself, "Thank God it wasn't my kid!" I feel so bad for saying that but it's just plain true.
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