Life is fragile

A 64-year-old man went into cardiac arrest and died  yesterday while he was competing in a  NYC triathlon, days away from celebrating his 42nd wedding anniversary and his daughter’s wedding. A 40-year-old women also died of a heart attack during the swimming segment of the event.

Twenty-two Navy Seals,  who belonged to the same covert unit that killed Osama bin Laden, were killed this weekend in Afghanistan when their helicopter was shot down.

Jason Workman, from Utah, was one of the Navy Seals in the downed helicopter. He was 32.


We’re constantly reminded about the fragility of our lives. There is really no telling what will happen tomorrow. The things we have to “protect” us really are our faith, hope, love and good will towards (wo)men.

I was feeling overwhelmed today, when my son reminded me of the incident in Afghanistan to put my feelings in perspective. Then my wonderful FOFriend, Elline, called to tell me that I can always call on her if I need help with anything. And another FOFriend, Lisa, sent me a heartwarming email after I told her how elegant and beautiful she looked in recent photos.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it over and over again: We must try not to lose sight of the important things in life. We must relish every moment we have, the people we adore and the gifts we’re given.  My heart goes out to the families of the athletes and the brave young men who died. I hope that they can take solace in the fact that their loved ones were doing what they loved.




0 Responses to “Life is fragile”

  1. Kate Line Snider says:

    Great blog!

    Every time I get down and out, I have to remind myself of the time about eight years ago when my youngest son was deployed in Iraq. He was 19 years old- he had joined the Army reserve right after graduating high school in 2001,(to get money for college) and left for basic training three weeks after 9-11-01.

    For the time he was in Iraq, the war there was in full swing, and I realized I could get an official call at any time, or that two servicemen could appear at my door with a dreaded message. Now and then, I got a midnight phone call from him, but I was always afraid when the phone rang.It was agony until he finally came home unharmed.

    I weep for those military mothers whose sons or daughters will never call them again.

    The experience, in a bizarre way, was good for me. I treasure and appreciate life so much more., and even when they get on my nerves, I truly appreciate my children. We all should!

  2. heather Chapple says:

    So true so true will do!


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