I have had a strange life the last few days. Sunday afternoon there was a shooting in our normally quiet neighborhood, not far from my house. My husband and I heard the gunshots and went to see what was going on. A man came out of my neighbor's yard and asked us to call the police because his friend had been shot. I saw his friend across the street walking around in a daze covered in blood. We called 911. I went to tend to the man who was shot. Someone had towels so I tried to stop the bleeding and keep him calm. The police and ambulance got there. After we gave the police the information they wanted and the ambulance took the injured man to care for him we left the scene. Fortunately the injured man was expected to recover.

It was on the local news of course. There were neighbors talking to the news crews. I think my husband and I were the only ones who tried to help the man who was injured. Everyone else either hid in their houses in fear or stood in the street staring. I can't say I blame them. I was not afraid though. I was calm. I am not afraid of helping someone who has been shot even if they might be a gang member. I am not afraid to die, I am afraid to live. Besides, I can't leave someone to bleed to death and not help them. I could not live with myself if I did not help them, no matter who they are.

Work was horrid the last two days. The person I thought was my best friend treated me like dirt yesterday. The head doctor talked to me like I was trash two days in a row. I am thankful I got a jury summons in the mail. That means I will have to take a week off from the job to serve on a jury. Oh how life is such a mixed bag isn't it.