when you want to be the angel of death to save a life

Yet another tragic entry in the world of Texas today. A woman hanged herself and her 3 kids this weekend, but the 8 month old survived. These are the moments when I wish I was the angel of death so I could reverse the process. Can the angel of death undo it's work? I'm not sure, but if I was said angel, I'd be sure to backup so I could restore my work. I know... a tacky techie entry, but it's true. I would love to undo all the deaths involved to save the children, but also to see if I could talk with the angel of insanity to see if I could trade a few ounces of prevention for numerous pounds of cure and get the 23 year old mother some help.
I used to be more cynical, but I remember the amazement that my 8 month old daughter instilled in me and am now all soft and shit. *sorry to use an expletive, but it's a phrase I'm finding hard to shake from my vernacular*
I'm sure the neighbors who used to enjoy watching the children play on their porch are all wondering whether or not there was anything they could have done differently to lend a helping hand to the woman. They're going to feel a sick knot in their stomachs as a new family moves into the house and their children play on that porch. Will the neighbors tell them what happened? Will they welcome these new neighbors more eagerly than they welcomed the last? Or will they just look across the street, wave, and think somberly of what horrors took place and quietly bow their heads in distress?

Rassa-Frassa

I will change the nature of my position. See, I work in a place that deals with adoption, family crisis, substance abuse recovery and re-injection into society for those who wish to break a long chain of bad decisions. This means that I work with people who don't necessarily appreciate the wide range of things I spout out of my mouth. A Latyrx lyric says "I hold the reigns to my tongue"... my ammendment is that I don't always have to give it a good Giddy-up! Unless, of course, I feel that those around me can benefit from laughing at the horrid and absurd. So next time you hear that a baby is 1 pound, ask yourself if you would ask the person telling you that if that weight includes the tubes and tape. If you choose yes, don't expect your partner in conversation to laugh a laugh of amusement, but rather one of horror.

Unemployed no more

I have a new job! it's rather satisfying, too. The first day I was in, I got to lock out a disgruntled employee who was threatening litigation. OH POWER, SWEET POWER! Who needs people who can't get results unless they mention calling a lawyer? Not me... not anyone. So, if you need "undesirables" removed from your network, but are a bit uncomfortable doing it, I will work for blame. Just do it and say, "it wasn't me, it was Derek." Works every time. Why? because I don't follow up with correspondence and I don't answer the phone if it says your name.