Tozerboy

Today was as shocking day for me. A scaffolding fell from a construction site at Emerson, three people were killed, two construction workers and a person in a car just passing by at the wrong moment. I was shocked, not by the event, by my reaction. I can’t say I felt much. I went out to the scene moments after the accident. I could see the car that was crushed. It was almost flat. I knew that no one could have survived that. I looked for a moment, decided I could not help, the police were arriving, so I returned to work.

Almost immediately I received a call from my ex-wife. She was calling to check on me, she was worried that I might have been hurt in the accident. I could tell from her voice she was relieved to hear my voice. I was shocked by her reaction.

Tonight I was doing my laundry and I noticed that somehow I got bleach on my favorite blue silk shirt. It was ruined. I got so angry, so demonstrative. I over reacted. Then I realized I had stronger feelings for the shirt than I did for those poor people that died today. I was shocked by my reaction.

A few minutes ago, I read Arthur’s latest blog entry. I was really shocked. It tells how he finds out about the passing of Trevor’s Grandfather, and also a harrowing story about taking his own Grandmother to the ER. Both of these things happened in the same day. I was truly moved. I stood by Trevor today and didn’t know. I respect him professionally, he can be so stoic and strong, maybe too much so. I wish I could have hugged him today. Arthur’s story about his Grandmother, revealed the strength and depth of love he has for his family. I could feel his panic. I could feel his pain. I’m glad I read the story, I needed to cry. I probably should have cried earlier in the day.