Impact

When someone close to you dies, you begin to think of the vulnerability of your own life - as selfish as that is.

I haven't thought much about how fragile life is until recently. My history teacher of three years just passed away a few days ago due to a fatal accident. She died in the act of helping someone else, which is just like her. She was 27 and recently married.

I've wondered before who would cry or care or be impacted if I died. Don't get me wrong - I don't plan on dying anytime soon. But concerning Miss Cole's death, not only did it have an effect on her students and family - but the entire community.

Which, in turn, makes me think that if a death can affect so many lives, then do we truly realize the impact and value of the life that we lead? How am I, by my words and actions, molding and reshaping people's lives - even if we're only acquaintances? Why is it that we don't realize how much we have until we lose it?