yesterday was one of those normal days - all day meeting, i was whining about being tired and brain numb when the doorbell rang. my wonderful neighbor had been killed during my 'bad day'. he was on the job when a co-worker was robbed at gunpoint. beau struggled to stop the robber and was shot in the process.
one of the nicest people i've met since moving home - gone in an instant - gone while trying to do the right thing.
it puts things in perspective...doesn't it?
