Yesterday, I went to the travelling exhibit Eyes Wide Open, honoring the casualties from the Iraqi War. Each soldier who has died is represented by a pair of combat boots with their name, hometown and age. So many were so young...19, 20. I think about all the life I have lived since I was 19, and I feel so grateful. But I also feel so sad for these servicemen and their families.
Today I learned that a coworker from our NY office and dear friend of mine, John, has been admitted to the hospital and is having abdominal surgery. He's only 42 and has a wife and 4 kids, the youngest around 2 years old. I pray for a speedy, full recovery for him.
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