Bad News

I haven’t been back to Puerto Rico since the hurricane. So many lives were lost or forever changed that day

One minute you are sailing along, the routine hum of life carrying you in a familiar sense of sameness, and nothing particularly interesting is going on.

Then something happens and your life changes in a heartbeat.

The phone rings. It’s bad news. Or you get an email. Bad news. Or the boss wants to see you, your spouse wants to talk with you, or the principal from your kid’s school is trying to reach you. Or worst of all, there’s a knock at the door and it’s the police.

Suddenly, the routine security of a normal day is gone.

It’s bad news.

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