Don't Know Why

Hello.

I have a friend. Her name is Laura. Laura is from Minnesota. She is a very kind person. I met her through my youngest son. He needed physical therapy sessions and Laura was assigned to be his therapist. Laura has a funny mid-western accent that is lovely to listen to. Soon after I met Laura I knew she was sent as someone special in my life.

This week has been a trying one for Laura. She has friends and family in Minnesota, very near to where the bridge fell into the Mississippi River. Her daughter, Sara, is scheduled to go to college at the end of the month-the University of Minnesota-located right on the shore from where the bridge went down.

Luckily for Laura, all of her friends and family have been accounted for. Having said that, she is painfully somber as she thinks about her former fellow neighbors who may not have had such a happy ending.

As I have written many times, we are all one. No matter where we call home, when tragedy strikes we all have the same cares and feelings. Sometimes, I think, we don't take tragedy to heart when it doesn't strike in our own backyard or to our own "people." It's almost a mind-set that it isn't real or doesn't exist when it is miles away...but that's not true.

Thanks to Laura, she helped me connect with feelings of compassion and sadness as well as gratefulness to the human spirit during this recent tragedy.

I hope I never get so insulated in my life that I don't remember to connect with other human beings in their times of tragedy as well as triumph. I hope you don't either.

Have hope,
Donna