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I’ve had a good morning. We all had the morning off, and it was one of our firster times as a family, fixing oatmeal, drinking coffee, relaxing while the kids played videogames. Relaxing.

Thats good stuff.

Yesterday, poor Ashley Paine, a 13 year old on the way home from school, was run over by a bus at a major intersection here in town when she fell off her bike into the path of the big ass bus wheels. I heard about it when I went to wait for Pigpen to get him yesterday at Eave’s house, when it was just rumor mode, but she had been stuck in the traffic and saw something on the news about it afterward. When the kids got home from school, October and Spotz were talking about it, as they heard rumors from school. When I went to Realtorchicks house to pick up MastaG, she was talking about it.

Apparently Netmom knows little Ashley, she’s a friend of the family.

She’s listed right now, according to the latest reports, as being in unstable and critical condition.

I’m thinking of her parents, who had a normal Friday evening turn into a hellishly surreal nightmare, as their little girl was flown by helicopter to a hospital with an unknown and dire future.

I’m thinking of the bus driver, making the last run of the week, a driver who apparently had been driving for years, and who is evidently blameless in the accident, waking up Saturday morning with this in her head.

I’m thinking of the 28 kids on the bus, middle schoolers, just like Ashley, and what they saw, or heard, during the wild minutes that the bus was stopped, who were feet away from calamity.

I’m thinking of poor Netmom and her youngest daughter (I never can get those damn greek numbered names right, I’m thinking its Delta or whatever).

I’m thinking of last year, when my life was a hellishly surreal nightmare, when I was thinking of pressure inside a loved ones head, and the weird way that the brain just barely has enough room to fit in that hard ass skull, and how amazingly fucked up it can get when theres trauma up there.

I’ve held my kids and my fiancee tight today as I prayed to myself, both for peace, grace, and strength for these people who are living things that nobody should live, and for thanks, that I’m surrounded by the love and beauty, without pain, without fear, without doubt.

Ashley Paine.

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