So, I was feeling guilty about not updating, but looking around me, I was not alone.
I probably shouldn't have updated anyway, because the rant would have turned into a whine and by then I would have turned off anyone who was reading this anyway.
And when I was finished, I probably would have ended up singing verses of "You're so vain" and then Mick Jagger and Warren Beatty could argue over who I was talking about.
So, I was thinking about the person who got me so worked up that I was about to spit...and updating my blog...
And then the phone rang, and in an instant, I remembered what was important.
Jay and Lori have been our friends for 15 years. Maybe longer. Jay and Tom went to elementary school together. Jay's twin brother John was Tom's roomate in college. Jay and Tom coached little league together. Jay is one of the dads who we run the summer basketball program with.
Jay and Lori's oldest son, Justin, and Katie went to school together. Justin was born on my birthday.
On Monday, Justin was riding his motor bike and crashed it. His parents rushed him to the hospital. He broke his collar bone.
While at the hospital with Justin, they got a phone call. Their middle son Tyler crashed his motor bike too. He was being airlifted to the nearest Trauma Center.
Now Tyler lies in the hospital, punctured lung, broken back, spinal damage and no feeling below his waist. He's in a drug induced coma, and on a ventilator. He's an accomplished musician (google Skawaiian Punch) He's a senior in high school. And he's the kind of boy everyone likes. He's a nice boy. No one can tell them how extensive the damage is. No one can tell them that he will walk again. No one can tell them that he is going to live.
And I am thinking about what really is important.
I can't have time for people who are so wrapped up in their own self importance that they forget who their friends were in the first place.
I only have time for prayer for the little boy with the bright smile.
I only have time to pray that he will grow up to be the man we all expected he would be.
The rest is unimportant.
