Every Beginning has an End
Everyday we conduct our lives in the same manner we would according to our schedules, phones, meetings, appointments and along our own paths we encounter many people. Other lives that we know nothing of and have only crossed a common space for perhaps an inkling of our life span. How many people have we crossed paths with, and significant things have happened in their lives, that us, the outsiders are unaware of and vice versa.
When I first came to Aquinas about a month ago, I sat in and observed different classes. The students on campus, had no idea who I was, why I was there or what purpose I would serve in their lives. That's an every day sort of circumstance. We never know what will come our way, who we will meet, what we will learn or what fate has destined for us or our loved ones.
This morning I woke up helped with some chores and then took a nap again. After I woke up we were going to the office today to do some business, since the jewellery store is open 6 days a week. As we came in each of us took to our separate itineraries and continued our own assignments. As I was formatting an employee review system and researching about India for our new collections, my host dad rushed in, and he's telling us we had to get the car keys. Both his son and I were at different workstations, clueless to what was going on downstairs and now in the showroom. Out of nowhere, 6 people come out of the stairwell carrying a body. This body belonged to someone I had never met, but today we crossed paths in our lives. Or he crossed into mine. He was one of the jewellery craftsmen, that cut the stones and did all the handiwork, good friends with the host dad.
There was a customer who helped bring him to the hospital, along with the host dad, his son and some employees. He had a heart attack. He came in this morning complaining of pain in his chest, overheating and he kept saying today is my last day, I'm going to die today. Of course, he wasn't calm he was frantically complaining but he wouldn't go to the hospital. He collapsed, and his entire body was sweating, his legs lost feeling and were stiff. Less than two hours later, we receive word that he died. He has a family, a wife, two daughters and a son. The last people he spoke to and the last faces he saw were the ones of his co-workers, not his loved ones.
When a life comes to end, some cry for the life that is lost, the sadness of the story but mostly when we cry- we cry for the ones that were left behind. The ones who will wake up in the morning and their lives have spiraled 180 degrees in the other direction. We remember a life and we mourn the loss, but we feel for the loved ones who have to endure that suffering.
When I first came to Aquinas about a month ago, I sat in and observed different classes. The students on campus, had no idea who I was, why I was there or what purpose I would serve in their lives. That's an every day sort of circumstance. We never know what will come our way, who we will meet, what we will learn or what fate has destined for us or our loved ones.
This morning I woke up helped with some chores and then took a nap again. After I woke up we were going to the office today to do some business, since the jewellery store is open 6 days a week. As we came in each of us took to our separate itineraries and continued our own assignments. As I was formatting an employee review system and researching about India for our new collections, my host dad rushed in, and he's telling us we had to get the car keys. Both his son and I were at different workstations, clueless to what was going on downstairs and now in the showroom. Out of nowhere, 6 people come out of the stairwell carrying a body. This body belonged to someone I had never met, but today we crossed paths in our lives. Or he crossed into mine. He was one of the jewellery craftsmen, that cut the stones and did all the handiwork, good friends with the host dad.
There was a customer who helped bring him to the hospital, along with the host dad, his son and some employees. He had a heart attack. He came in this morning complaining of pain in his chest, overheating and he kept saying today is my last day, I'm going to die today. Of course, he wasn't calm he was frantically complaining but he wouldn't go to the hospital. He collapsed, and his entire body was sweating, his legs lost feeling and were stiff. Less than two hours later, we receive word that he died. He has a family, a wife, two daughters and a son. The last people he spoke to and the last faces he saw were the ones of his co-workers, not his loved ones.
When a life comes to end, some cry for the life that is lost, the sadness of the story but mostly when we cry- we cry for the ones that were left behind. The ones who will wake up in the morning and their lives have spiraled 180 degrees in the other direction. We remember a life and we mourn the loss, but we feel for the loved ones who have to endure that suffering.
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