Archive for October 25th, 2005

We All Lose One Another

So I’m currently listening to a very lovely song by the wonderful (and apparently pie-relatable) Jason Collett. I am listening to the song, “we all lose one another,” which I think has been my favorite song on his album since I got it. It talks about birth and death in the same day, and how we all lose one another along the way. I was thinking about this when I was working the other day. I pass by the coroners and I pass through the maternity ward depending on the day. I often think while I am at work about how there is such a concentrated circle of life where I work. It’s strange to work and exist somewhat in the eye of the storm. There’s so much life and death in that building. There is sickness and regeneration, there are hopeless cases. I like working there simply for the fact that I feel like I’m doing something to try and help people. Without supplies and proper medicinces and IVs, these people might die. Some of them do anyhow. I guess that’s the humbling part. People die in the building where I work. Not to say that people aren’t dying everywhere every day, but it really puts life into perspective when you are constantly surrounded by crisis and recovery.
It was amazing to get to go to the 6th floor on the weekend. I ended up in a room with a mother who had just given birth. I felt so terribly out of place in this small room with the new mother. Who am I to be a part of such a life-altering moment, those few first mintues with your new baby?
I still have to go about my business. One minute I am walking past mothers holding their plump stomachs waiting to welcome their new family member into the world…a living symbol of the love shared within a couple…and the next I am bringing body bags to another floor.
Though I think in the end we all end up alone when we meet our maker, it’s that which makes it really important to invest our energy in the people we love. Yeah, we do all lose one another along the way, but I think its important to keep the people you really feel are valuable close to you. What a beautiful thing to be able to find people as you grow older to share the good and bad with.
I guess the strangest thing about life is that we are all destined to be a teacher to some. Sometimes we will be “the one that got away,” sometimes we will be “the person I could have treated so much better.” Other times we are the best friend, we are the suppport, we are the laughter that gets people through the day. No one wants to be the lesson for someone else, but I guess in the end we just need to realize that we are helping people on a journey. Sometimes we have to be the ones following our friends and loves ones into the black waters. Sometimes we do things we may not want to, or that we may not like, but I guess we have to keep in mind that we’re thinking of other people…and we should think of other people, because even though we will all go our seperate ways some day, its important that we appreciate the time we share and learn from it.

Group Work

is hyper-lame.

(except with Steve R.)

Nothing But Unusual

Not more than a half hour ago I experienced something extremely strange. I was sitting in the library with headphones on working on a correspondance course module. As I was wearily reading through the many hours of words that lay before me, I noticed two girls sit down at a large table in front of me with their backs to me. They were laughing and joking and I thought, oh here are some more people who just came to the library to gab. I keep plugging away at my homework. I look up a moment later to see the girl on the right with her head dropped back. Her friend picks her sunglasses up off the floor. I assume they are joking about being tired from midterms.
Then the girl on the left begins to look panicked as her friend slides out of her chair.
I rip my headphone out and rush over to them.
“Do you need help?”
“She just passed out! I don’t know what’s going on! I can’t hold her up by myself!”
“Do you want me to help you or do you want me to call for help?”
“Get help, PLEASE!”

I look at the face of the girl who is on the ground. I hear a horrifying but quiet groan and I look to her eyes only to see pale, glazed over eyes that look to nothing.

I think she is having a seizure.

So I run the length of the library to find someone to help me. I bring a librarian back. At this point the girl has woken up. I don’t know what to do so I sit at my desk and listen…

Apparently she’s never fainted, and has never had a sezure. She says she has just fainted.

I think she had a seizure or something else because I’ve never heard anyone groan and keep their eyes open when they’ve fainted.

She is escorted out of the library.

The disturbing part isn’t that someone had a seizure in front of me, but rather that I was the only one who got up to help. Out of a library of 300 people, I was the only one who did anything to help them. Maybe a handful of people stood up to look and stare. Before she left a stranger bought her a bottle of water. It’s nice to see people like that.

I can’t get the picture of her eyes out of my head.

I hope she went to the hospital.

October 2005
3031 collective fashion consciousness.