FOR THE LAST FEW WEEKS, MY EARLY MORNINGS HAVE BEEN FILLED WITH BAD NEWS…
“All of us know we are going to die, but none of us BELIEVE it. If we did, we would live our lives differently.”— Morrie Schwartz
My friends — a husband and wife— were on their motorcycle last night when a drunk driver hit them head-on. The husband was killed instantly. The wife is in very serious condition.
My friends— who I had spent long hours preaching in the sun and whom I told all of my problems when I was a teenager— had this happen to them last night.
I just saw them Saturday, and promised that I would call and set up a time to visit them and catch up. Now, he is gone, and she might not heal either.
My friends— who supported me and loved me as-is during my darkest years, whom I have comforted when we have lost mutual friends to our greatest enemy, death, who was always the first to put others ahead of themselves— had their lives taken away from them because of the reckless attitude of another person.
Mike, I am so sorry to see you gone. Omeka, I hope that you heal.
Both of you deserved so much better than this…