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0 comments | Friday, August 04, 2006

I was watching the news out of Birmingham tonight, more accurately it was on in the background and I was vaguely aware of it's intrusion into my living room. I perked up when I heard a familiar name, and glanced up to see a picture of 2 people I went to college with. Rewind on the DVR revealed that a young woman I went to college with, married less than a year, was carjacked on monday and shot while trying to escape. Thankfully she is recovering, but she is short a kidney and her spleen. I would have been okay, but her husband (who I also went to college with and knew as an acquaintence) was on there at a press conference and the pain in his eyes cannot be described with words. It is even more powerful if you had ever seen him in "fun zone" mode like I had seen him in many times before.

Amy was a missionary, and she was going back to school to be an elementary school teacher. She'll be great at it. She was always very nice, and I remember her hanging out at the BCM in college (I never did, but I know she did.) We had several classes together, especially the first 2 years. It's just kind of strange when someone YOU KNOW is the subject of these horrible stories on the news. It really catches you off guard because it makes you deal with the possibility that it could be you next.

The full story on this is here


Everyone say a prayer for Amy and Adam tonight. They need it.

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