I have a co-worker who lost his son today due to an injury sustained during a college spring-football practice. While I am not close to this co-worker and he is actually in another town, I have been hearing about his son and his amazing football talents for years. This is a dad who worshiped his son.
I worship my boys. All 3 of them. I cannot imagine the devastation that my co-worker is feeling right now. One day he has happy healthy kids, and the next day one of them is being Care-Flighted to the hospital where he would lose his life.
Sometimes it takes someone else's tragedy to make you realize what is important. That you should cherish every last minute with the ones you love. And that it really isn't that tragic when they spill fruit punch on the carpet.
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