For certain amicable reasons, have to stop the xanga.

There are those people that always bring you back and remember what was so good.

And why it's still good.

I rarely like to write about what I cover at work. Tonight, I'll mention a bit. It got me thinking:

I was almost done with my day. I did a story about holiday shopping crimes. Before my second live hit, we heard news about a Cessna plane that went down.

Perhaps it was the mood I was in at the particular moment... but today was a little different. Covering breaking news, you get this adrenaline rush. Today... one of the first people I encountered as I approached the scene was a young girl... crying. I don't know her name... I don't know if she was the granddaughter of the pilot... a niece... I'm not sure. She kept sobbing, and she couldn't stop. 

We confirmed the pilot was killed. And when I write saying that family and friends are shocked... in a state of disbelief... I mean it.

Why spend life bitching and complaining... when you realize everything could be gone in a moment's notice. None of us knows if we're going to live until tomorrow....

I'm not preaching. Just more of a self-realization that I couldn't keep to myself.