Once again, I missed a night by choosing sleep over the computer. What the hell!
Just kidding. We spent three hours waiting in line to get tested to see if we were a bone marrow match for a 12 year old boy living Stevenson Ranch. He's fighting leukemia and no one in his family matches. I just learned that one of my coworkers' brother died from leukemia. I was, like, shell shocked when he told me. Here he is, a quiet, laid back, cool dude. I guess if I'd asked him about his life a little more... funny how you never know about anyone's life and the pain they may have gone through.
We all have our share, huh?
Anyway, my original point was that we waited in line for 3 hours in the cold (which wore us out) because there were around a thousand people who showed up to get checked. That was frickin' awesome. We don't know this boy. I doubt many of the people in line with us knew him, either. Sometimes he human spirit is stronger that the Santa Ana winds.
I'm out for tonight. Checking out the new Kong with Vill.
Oh, by the way, I've been keeping up the short story resolution. So far. I'm working my way through a collection of Raymond Carver stories. Denman would be proud (or maybe he'd say, "it's about time, kid.")