No sooner do I say something like this, and then Stacy calls me on the phone. If you live in Chicago (and probably even otherwise), you heard about or saw the news of the tragic porch accident this weekend in Lincoln Park. I saw very little news of the specific names and faces of the people at that party. Watching the newswomen on channel 5 sunday morning repeatedly go over the events, I assumed I had no connection to anyone.
Disasters happen outside my bubble. My sister always seems to have a personal connection to someone involved in the bad news. Car accidents, suicides, friends mugged...I always listen in disbelief -- disbelief and a good amount of confusion -- because I truly don't understand. I can't pretend to because I've always been safe. My friends and family have always been safe. Losing good friends to senseless violence and accidents is not part of my experience and I will never be able to tune into my sister's stories because I just haven't been there and I don't know that sense of loss and pain. I'm thankful for that, I'm definitely thankful to not understand.
Stacy called me this morning and told me about a girl involved in the porch collapse. I watched the newswomen on channel 5 sunday morning repeatedly describe a girl around 20 years old who could not be identified by the hospital. The women showed her jewelry on TV (hoping that someone watching could help with the ID) and I assumed I didn't know her, because I never do. Stacy did. Stacy was working closely with her on a project at work. They had a project meeting just last friday. I don't know much more about her current condition or any details, and even if I did, this wouldn't be the place to share them. I hope that everything works out well and she recovers as soon as possible.