This morning as we were waiting for Isaac's bus, we turned on the TV and saw this:
His question resonated with me. Do we ever really know what the day holds? The week? The year? All we have is the present moment. All we are guaranteed is the now.
A 17-year-old student from my hometown was driving home from a football game Monday evening when he was critically injured in an automobile accident. He died Tuesday. I haven't lived in that community for over twenty years, but heavy hearts are grieving for a young man whose life was taken too soon. I didn't know this young person, and I'm sorry I didn't. Based on the comments I have read online, he was an extraordinary young man who was loved by many.
It's probably best we don't always know what is coming our way, whether it's a tragic loss, an unexpected diagnosis, a surprise from a thoughtful friend, or a question a child poses that puts things into perspective.
Sometimes when we look for answers, we realize nobody has any.
I think the meteorologists finally got it right.