A man from my dad’s work (Tilden/Empire Mine) died today! He fell through the roof of a building and crashed through beams and what not untill he hit the floor.
My dad was just talking to him in the morning, and after lunch he was dead. I Dont know to much about him, but he had 8 kids and a wife at home. It just happend an hour ago, so they are probably at home crying right now:(
The meaning of life is that it ends… Mortality, what are you gonna do about it. Well i do feel sorry for his family, 8 kids, geez. I hope that they are ok.
As I nurse I realised there were more things that you could die of than I could ever imagine, not to mention accidents. I now live my life quite a lot for today, but with an eye on the future that I might get to if I’m lucky. I try not to bare grudges and if I have a problem I try to sort it out, especially those that might involve someone else being upset. Every now and then I ask myself if there is anything pressing that I would want to do if someone told me that I was going to die tomorrow and if there is, then I do it straight away. There usually isn’t because I try to live my life in such a way that I do the things that I want to do. If I’m trying to decide between two courses of action (eg going out for a unicycle or doing the housework) I think to myself, if I were lying in my deathbed and looking back on my life would I say “I wish I had done more unicycling” or “I wish i had done more cleaning”? And then act accordingly.
We are made from flesh and as such are easy to break. Enjoy your life, you never know when it will end.
This reminds me of a sad story:(
One day I went to a delivery office to get some deliverry bounds and just as I came in, I was asked by a crying secretary if I could help, as one of her collegue had a health trouble. Remembering my first help courses (15 years ago) I tried and help.
I won’t go through much details but the man collapsed and died from a heart attack “between my hands” despite my efforts to wake him back.
Being said by the emergency doctors that “I had done what had to be done” wasn’t enough to confort me, but it helped a few.
The strange thing is that, while I was massing his heart and making the “artificial breathing” one of the guy there was my young neighbour, we were both surprised to face one another in such a strange situation…
I must admit that it’s been hard to persuade myself that I had no reason to feel guilty in any way about the man’s death.
A few days later I met my neighbour and we talked about the poor man, I learned that he had 3 kids and had only 3 or 4 years to work before retiring. my neighbour missed the man as a collegue…
I think that the worst place you can die in is your working place:(
death at work is always interesting. it’s like dying in a crowded movie theater instead of dying in your bed. people die every day, but we just don’t expect to be nearby when it happens.
a guy at my work had a heart attack and died last year. everybody panicked while it was happening. it really messed with people’s heads a lot more than it would have if he’d died somewhere else.