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know.  That is what has been on my mind this weekend (besides rooting for the Giants so half of my family can be happy!). 

Richard was in the hospital after a having a fall on Thursday.  He cracked some vertebrae and tailbone and has a bad gash on his head.   He is doing much better and is now in a facility for rehab.  He was in the Trauma unit at the hospital, and that is what made me realize (or more like I was given a reminder) that life as you know it can change in a second.

I observed some parents crying and hugging one another about the injuries of a son.  I saw a husband wheeling a very battered woman in a bed.  She had obviously been in some kind of auto accident.  When I was there, Richard asked me if I hated hospitals.   I told him that I really don't.  But they do serve as a reminder that we are all very vulnerable and not exempt from a life altering event.  

I guess that is where faith, and a belief that we are not alone, comes in.  Because people can experience horrific things and still come out strong.   I was reading about such a girl in the paper yesterday.  She had been hopping a train last year, fell, and the train ran over her legs.  She lost both legs.  Yet here she is a year later and says that she is a better person now than she was when she was physically whole. 

I hope I could be that kind of person.