There are days when I stop to really soak in everything around me and I honestly think about how lucky I really am. Then there are days when I curl up under my covers in bed and just cry. I can't even really explain why I cry sometimes. There is just this feeling that something is missing or that I am missing out on something or someone.
A good friend of mine narrowly escaped death about a year ago. She was one of the passengers that went down in the Hudson River plane crash. Before that crash she was a typical workaholic. Staying at the office until midnight or later, sometimes not sleeping at all because there was just too much work to get done. So stressed out and overworked that all it took was looking at her to make her burst into tears. And now a year after that horrible day where she almost lost her life....she is finally LIVING. She works no later then 6pm, she travels alot and is actually currently on a 10 day cruise of the carribean. And at 31 years old she finally let love in. She got to know and has now fallen in love with a man that was also on that flight while at a survivors get together a few months after the incident. During one interview, Laura's boyfriend was quoted saying
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