interesting night
So yesterday was quite the day. I got up at four thirty to go to work. I worked until one-ish, then came home and couldn't sleep. I had a series of adventures trying to get my car fixed, the climax of which was having the car die out in the middle of the intersection of Grand River and Hagadorn (for you foreigners, that is pretty much the busiest intersection in our little campus neigborhood here). I apologize if I created a traffic delay for any of you. Any how, after getting that squared away, I went to a meeting that was frustrating on several levels. I would tell you more, but it would bore you. Then I received word that my roomies girlfriend had been taken to the hospital for mysterious reasons. So I went with my roomie to find her, and keep her sane through what proved to be a long journey of waiting rooms. There is something interesting about being in a waiting room with a large number of people who want to be there just as little as you do. Especially in a hospital. There is not a lot of conversation, but in looking around the room for hours on end, you begin to find yourself following the stories of those around you. You find yourself hoping that the mumbling lady in the corner gets in to see a doctor soon. You begin to feel the pain of the mother who is trying to comfort her coughing baby, and keep control of her hyperactive five year old. Your heart leaps when the little girl with the concussion finally has her name called by the nurse. Needless to say, there was a lot of food for thought and reflection in that waiting room. Somehow, life and it's little things seem to become all the more beautiful when confronted with the reality of human mortality. Wow, that was a big statement. I am off to lunch with some yoopers now...