Three days ago I was lamenting and reflecting on my forty-two years.
Today, I learn that a fellow blogger, Anissa, had a stroke yesterday.
A stroke. It doesn’t make any sense. Anissa is a young woman. She has a husband, and three children. She battled as her baby battled (and is winning) against cancer. And now she is lying in a bed in an intensive care unit in Atlanta, battling for herself.
If anyone is reading this right now, send a good wish her way, and then remind yourself to protect and preserve the things that really matter to you, and let the little shit go.