I wouldn't normally think that this was something to blog about, but I just can't stop thinking about it. We have this fabulous lady at our church who we call Ms Theresa. She's the sunday school teacher extraordinaire and she is the single mother of 8 children ages 6-27. She works in the lunch room at the local elementary school and has gotten all her older kids through high school and on to colleges.
Well, this morning our pastor sent out an e-mail that Theresa's oldest son, Quentin, was killed in a senseless shooting last night. It was his birthday. E-mails are shooting around our church updating everyone about the family and Theresa's blood pressure and about meals and visiting, but I feel so helpless to help!
She was up all night and had to view the body early this morning. I can't even imagine. All day as I've been running around doing errands I keep thinking about that sentence from my pastor's e-mail: "They just got home from identifying the body..." What if that was my child? What state would I be in right now less than 24 hours later? I can't even imagine.
So, if you have a minute, say a little prayer for Ms Theresa and her family. Sammy was supposed to go to her son Willy's 6th birthday party this weekend. Poor Willy. I wonder what he's doing right now as everyone is trying to help his mom get her blood pressure down and get some sleep. Ugh. Just had to get it off my chest. I know this is a horridly depressing post. But it's on my mind a lot more than our plumbing issues right now that's for sure.....