Irony

     Last night, as I sat on my couch writing my blog post, I wasn't quite sure what had possessed me to write about taking things for granted.  Something drastic or tragic had not happened to me, but yet I felt a profound sense to write it.  More or less I thought that perhaps the motivation had come from the fact that in the past 5 days, 6 of my friends/sorority sisters have given birth to 6 beautiful little boys.  I assumed last night's post was mostly a coping mechanism for me.  Writing down exactly how I felt so I could reread it when the sadness of that statistic started to get to me.

    But then I got into work this morning and was informed that one of our maintenance men, beloved by all, had passed away suddenly last night after suffering a major heart attack.  He was outside working on his trailor, his wife out of town, found by his neighbor, 56 years old.  It might surprise you that in the retirement community I work in, which has over 200 employees, that we are all relatively close.  Each department works hand in hand with the next, all for the common good of our residents.  His death has affected each and everyone of us...Dining, Facilities Management, Housekeeping, Nursing and Recreation Therapy.  He had one of those smiles that touched your heart. 

    It dawned on me that I was probably writing my post the same time he was outside laying there. 

    Don't tell me God doesn't work in mysterious ways.

    I rest my case on not taking anything for granted.