Day of the Dead

I thought I'd share that one of my co-workers, Dave Johnson, was killed last night in a car accident. It was a punch in the gut. He turned 51 the day before yesterday. I haven't known him long (1 month) but I was overwhelmed from my own and the grief surrounding me at work today. Makes you take a second look at the people around you, knowing they could be gone in an instant. For some reason I feel like I may have been put in this place (job that I hate) for this reason for these people. I think that we go through things in our lives, learn from them and go on to touch other people's lives with our newfound or aged wisdom.