My work Family

I want to talk about my trip to Washington D.C. with my grandson Dominick, but my heart isn't in it right now. Oh don't get me wrong we had a great time and I will share that later on, but now I just need to ramble.

My husband is a great guy and a great boss. Not only do I think that but the women who work for him do too. We do not have people who quit working, they STAY with us and are great workers, competent and good women. We are a tight-knit group. Our work family is one that functions well and we enjoy each other tremendously.

Our office manager is named Shellie. She is such a wonderful person that I could go on and on about her, but you get the clue that she is totally awesome! She is the reason that I get to stay in the desert for awhile in the winter. She handles things with no whinning. I think of the women who work the front office as being on the front line of a battlefield. They never know who will be nice and sweet and who will be rude, crude and totally unacceptable. Shellie can handle the best and the worst of them and has a calm stable influence on all.

I should have realized something was terribly wrong when she called the other women Monday and let them know she wouldn't be in to the office. (She NEVER misses work, ever!) She had not felt well for awhile. Several infections, pink eye, bug bites and now a headache. Her dear husband found her when he came home from work on Monday evening barely alive. Her lips were blue and she barely had a pulse. They didn't even know if she would make it though the night. Well, she is still with us. She is off the breathing machine but her kidneys aren't working properly. She has a team of doctors working on her, trying to figure out just what the heck is wrong. It's just so hard to think you could be fine one minute and at deaths door the next....all in the blink of an eye.

Once again, I ask for your thoughts, positive energy and prayers for Shellie and her family. We love her so much.

It's been a tough year for our work family. Another women's mother died, followed by the death of her animals. A yr. prior to that her brother was savagely murdered. He was in a nice restaurant and got up to go to the bathroom. He passed by a guy who was standing up yelling and cussing at the men at his table. (We found out they were his employees) Her brother accidently brushed against him, as the men was ranting and raving. The man thought he was being aggressive towards him and pulled him outside the restaurant and beat him to death. He lingered in the hospital for a long while before dying. It took over a yr to go to trial. The man had a history of this behavior. Well folks, he got less than a yr....I think 6 months...........for beating a man to death with his hands. Sandy's mother held on long enough for the trial. She was well into her 90's and wanted to see the man punished for beating her son to death. I guess after the sentence, she just gave up.

I don't understand the world today. I am so sad. The older I get, the more I ask WHY? I am convienced, however, that I will never know the answer to that question, perhaps it just is a question that is not meant to be answered in this lifetime.