I just had to comment on how beautiful it was outside today. Cheesy, I know, but there it is. The sun was so warm, there was a breeze, it wasn’t too humid. It was beautiful.  And then two metro cars colided on the Red Line. How does it happen? One minute the world is perfect, and the next it is spinning out of control.  Two people died on this beautiful day. For them it was the last beautiful day of their lives, and they didn’t even know it.

It really makes me want to take advantange of every moment, every breath. It makes me thankful for every moment, every breath. I don’t know when the next one will be my last.

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