It Takes A Tragedy

     Every morning I drop Emily off to work  and every morning I run  into this young man who delivers all the baking goods . I irritate this young man .I don't move fast enough for him.I'm in his way . I park in the wrong spot. My very presence seems to send him off into a tirade of slamming car doors and throwing things around ,  waving hand gestures.
     What is he so angry about?What could be so important to generate such anger. I don't know but I felt sorry for him.This anger will eat him alive .
     It seems that a tragedy has to occurr for us to be thankful and appreciative of our family , our friends.....our lives.I know I have changed.Things are just not that important to me anymore.
    Who cares if the guy in front of me cuts me off.Whats the rush? How about the friends that we always say we'll get together with but never find the time.Or a playdate with our own children  because we feel like we need to work all the time.
   I want to find time to do these things.I want to find time for the people in  my life.Let go of past issues that are weighing us down.Arguments with others. Are they really that important? If a tragedy struck your family......believe me these issues wouldn't  even matter.