Loss and heartache
There's this little Pentecostal girl at work, Becky. She sticks out because she's the only one who wears a skirt, in accordance with her religious beliefs. She not the brightest but is a hard worker and always does her job. Last night tho, just as she was leaving work, she found out that both of her parents had just been killed in a car wreck. At only sixteen she has lost both her parents, and I just don't know what to say. How can someone even begin to deal with that? I'm not sure I could. It's sad that she has to. I spent the remainder of last night, after we found out what happened, thinking to myself, "why wasn't I just a little bit nicer to her?" I was never outright mean, but always a little brusque. Sometimes condescending. But never nice. Never friendly. And I should have been. Tab, Bri and I were talking after wards and realized that we know nothing about her. Where she lives, if she has siblings, nothing. That's pathetic on our part. I think it means we didn't try hard enough. I hope she comes back to work after a few weeks. I hope she is strong enough to carry on. And I hope God protects this innocent child from further devastation.