Today was one of those terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days. The sort of day where you just want to go home, crawl under the covers, and cry. I don't have these sorts of days very often, for which I'm grateful. But today was one of them, for several reasons, some of which aren't going away anytime soon. The majority of this is work-related, with the typical regular life stuff thrown in as well. At the moment it's all just a bit too much for my sagging shoulders.

After work I spoke with my mom, and as I poured everything out to her, I felt that I was doing an admirable job maintaining perspective. But I think the universe had taken note of my sullen attitude and could tell I was in the planning stages of a pity party, because this evening at the rescue squad I certainly got a lesson in appreciating life.

First my rescue buddy, who's in college, told me that last week his girlfriend was diagnosed with lymphoma. Then we got a call for an interstate traffic crash with vehicle entrapment. And then, before the shift ended, we took to the hospital a woman who was having a heart attack, The Big One.

All of this in the span of four hours. Suddenly my bad day seems like the best day ever. Nothing like an evening at the rescue squad to give a little perspective.