Friday, August 19, 2005

24 hours I would rather forget

I work for a pregnant/new mom store. I rarely see anyone after work because I live in a different town. So after work one day we (my husband and youngest daughter) go to the store to get something to eat and I see a woman who was in my store not to long ago. She was no longer pregnant and I asked her how the baby is. She said, "Not so good, He is at Forest Lawn (The Cemetary)" THAT WILL TEACH ME not to talk to any one out side of the store!

Then today when I got off work a large truck and trailer hit a 10 year old around the corner from my work. All I can remember is his bright yellow shirt hitting the ground and his skater-style shoes not moving and they didn't move.

Can this day go away?

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