I just read a couple of Logan's (imajazzbandnerd) blogs, and it made me think of this. It nothing like what happened to her father's volleyball teammate or the crocodile hunter.

Not too long ago one of my coworkers lost his sister and neice to a violent crime. The neice had been 20 years old. They had been shot in the head (along with the sister's boyfriend) by her ex-boyfriend. He went to their apartment and shot them, then tried to hide the gun under a mattress in there. The niece died in surgery, but my coworker and his family had to decide whether or not to have the machines keeping his sister alive turned off. It was an awful time for him. So, my store manager went and took a collection for him. He had everyone who donated money sign a card as well so that our friend would know who helped him and his family out. When he came back to work, the manager gave him the card and money, and our friend was very grateful.

Everyone in my store are wonderful, and we are all very close to each other. We are like family to each other. So it greatly distressed us to hear about the attacks. We practically waited on pins and needles for updates for his family, but things never looked hopeful.

But this is why I titled my blog entry this way.