Life is fragile. Its easier than we think to hurt someone, and we never know what someone else is going through. I recall leaving the hospital one evening while our son was in the NICU. It was past dinner time and I needed to get home and feed my husband and our other children and put them to bed. A thousand things where running through my mind. Would anything drastic happen while I was gone? Where the kids okay being left for the last few hours? Would our son have to come home on oxygen? How much longer would we have to stay in the NICU? Would he have that awful nurse again tonight? I admit I may have been a little distracted driving, but still in control and abiding to all laws. I was on a busy three lane road when I heard three long loud car horn blares from behind me. I turned to see a man give me an a hateful and dirty look along with an overly exaggerated hand gesture. He proceeded to cut a few more people off and speed away. Surprisingly, that was the straw that broke the camels back. I had tried so hard the last few weeks to keep it together. I left labor and delivery just three hours after giving birth to be with my son in the NICU. My body was still sore and achy. I was having to divide my time between being at the hospital and at home with my other kids. I hated being separated. I missed someone no matter where I was. I was sleep deprived, stressed, most of the time starving and in pain. I had managed to hold it all together, up until now, or so I thought. Silent tears started flowing, and it quickly turned into much more. I remember having to pull over because I could no longer see the road. I just couldn't grasp why someone would be so mean. I hadn't done anything wrong (okay I was probably going way under the speed limit). The man could have simply sped up and cut me off without being as rude. If he had only known what I was going through maybe he would have been kinder, and spared me that harsh gesture that unleashed all that pain. But that is just it. We never know what someone is going through, and most of the time the people we know are going through something difficult too. We all need to be a little kinder, a little gentler, a little more understanding in all circumstances. Life is fragile.
Life is fragile. Most of us take every moment for granted. It still knots my stomach every time I think about our two little boys who both fought for there lives. I still remember pain like I had never experienced before when our son flat lined after being given a heavy dose of morphine for transport to another hospital, or when monitors went off like crazy and seeing his neonatologist preform an emergency pneumothorax. In a matter of seconds our lives could change in monumental ways. Hold onto those you love. Life is fragile.
Life is fragile. Most of us take every moment for granted. It still knots my stomach every time I think about our two little boys who both fought for there lives. I still remember pain like I had never experienced before when our son flat lined after being given a heavy dose of morphine for transport to another hospital, or when monitors went off like crazy and seeing his neonatologist preform an emergency pneumothorax. In a matter of seconds our lives could change in monumental ways. Hold onto those you love. Life is fragile.
Life is fragile, but we always have someone we can count on. Even if friends are few or family is far, there is still someone who cares deeply. Christ. There were times when the only thing we could do was pray to Him for help. We remember pleading on our knees many times for health and strength for our children. Miracles were preformed. We learned there is real power in prayer. Life is fragile. He gave His life for us. We learned the least we can do to show our gratitude is to love one another deeply without stipulations, to live fully without regrets, and keep family close.
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