Me
Last Monday a woman in my office wasn't at her desk when I arrived in the morning. The day progressed and periodically I checked for her, yet was never able to find her. Finally I asked a secretary if she knew if Beth would be in at all. I was told she was out because on Sunday, Beth lost her house. Over the weekend a bad storm had passed through the area and along with creating a tornado, knocked down some trees. Especially hard hit was Lake Murray, an area near Columbia where Beth had a summer vacation home. When I heard the news and verified that Beth and family were okay my mind immediately clicked. It was as if some kind of primal fight or flight instinct kicked in and I opined, "I wonder if the storm was made worse by the lake?" At first the seemingly innocuous nature of the question didn't bother me until I sat down and thought about it with more contemplation and depth. What I had done was a process that the vast majority of us are guilty of on a