So, as some of you know, I should be starting dental school next year, and in the mean time I'm taking some extra courses at my local city college to keep my study habits up in the interim.
Yesterday there was a shooting at my school. No one died, but one person was hospitalized. Apparently it was some argument over a parking spot. Yesterday I was planning to go down during my lunch break to do some lab work but decided to go book shopping instead. During that time, the shooting happened.
Today, I got my hair cut.
A few years ago I would have gone immediately to church and prayed all day, thanking God for having let someone else get shot instead of me. But not now, now I go about my life. Now I wonder if I'll have time to go out there tomorrow and do my lab work then. Maybe tonight I'll have a beer.
It's odd, it's very odd. I could have been shot yesterday, had I not had a small level of greed in me I very well could have been.
Am I shaken? Yes, somewhat.
Am I on my knees groveling to a God who simultaneously allowed a tragedy to happen but spared me from it? No. That would be slavish.
Today I have the day off. I may go read the book I bought when someone else was getting shot.