SweetWitch
Green Goddess
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I spent the week talking to the most obnoxious people in the world. All I could think about was how much I wanted it to be the weekend. Each phone call that came into the call center set my teeth on edge and tried the limits of my strained patience. I joked about it. I got snippy with callers. I bitched to anyone who would listen. I’d had enough.
Then I got a voice mail from my sister.
Maybe some of you remember that day, almost two years ago. My 16-year-old nephew, Josh, had been violently killed in a head-on crash. His death was nearly instant—the damage to our family, to his mother, to the community is still being realized. One of the good ones is gone forever and nothing will ever replace the joy he gave all of us. Tomorrow his class graduates high school.
And now, another boy is dead.
Wednesday night, in a single-car accident, one of Josh’s friends lost his life. His surviving classmates still mourn the loss of our Joshua and tomorrow they walk the progression with another man missing. He was another of the good ones—a good student, community member and athlete—a boy with a bright future.
Suddenly the grouchy asses I’ve dealt with all week no longer matter. The sound of my sister’s broken voice on the phone when I called her was enough to put it all in perspective. The wound is still raw for all of us and now it’s been reopened. Life will never be the same for any of us.
Monday, when I return to work, I’ll be a much better person. I’ll laugh when a caller calls me a liar and I’ll do what I can to help them without complaining. After all, they really have no idea how precious life is. I feel sorry for them.
Then I got a voice mail from my sister.
Maybe some of you remember that day, almost two years ago. My 16-year-old nephew, Josh, had been violently killed in a head-on crash. His death was nearly instant—the damage to our family, to his mother, to the community is still being realized. One of the good ones is gone forever and nothing will ever replace the joy he gave all of us. Tomorrow his class graduates high school.
And now, another boy is dead.
Wednesday night, in a single-car accident, one of Josh’s friends lost his life. His surviving classmates still mourn the loss of our Joshua and tomorrow they walk the progression with another man missing. He was another of the good ones—a good student, community member and athlete—a boy with a bright future.
Suddenly the grouchy asses I’ve dealt with all week no longer matter. The sound of my sister’s broken voice on the phone when I called her was enough to put it all in perspective. The wound is still raw for all of us and now it’s been reopened. Life will never be the same for any of us.
Monday, when I return to work, I’ll be a much better person. I’ll laugh when a caller calls me a liar and I’ll do what I can to help them without complaining. After all, they really have no idea how precious life is. I feel sorry for them.
