Thursdays have become Racquetball night for me and my friends. As the four of us drove out to play all of my friends kept asking me what was wrong.

"Nothing. I am just thinking." I replied while staring out the window.

I was lost in thought all day after reading the article about the 11 year old girl who died. I wrote about it on my blog and went along with my day still keeping the article in my mind.

There is something that happens to me when I am in a car and I am not driving. I find that I become very reflective looking out the windows and seeing all the people driving by. I wonder what is going on in their lives. Are they in a happy place right now? What is their story?

Well this evening I could not get that poor girl out of my mind and what she went through. So awful and so unnecessary.

After playing for a little over an hour and getting out all the anger I had inside we headed home and I finally piped up.

"I'm sorry for being so quiet earlier but I read a horrible story and wrote about it on my blog." I told them all about the article, my post, and the supportive and loving comments I received.


"I just cannot get that poor girl out of my mind. When I was in the hospital the doctors said I was close to ending up in a coma. I have been there." I stopped talking. I could not go on. Remembering back to throwing up everything I consumed even water. The fear and confusion of what was happening to my body. I was completely uneducated on how to treat stomach flu and ended up almost dying. And I had never been emotional about that one and only DKA incident. I just moved on.

"It's pretty bad huh?" My pal says

Through tears I replied, "It's the most awful thing I have ever experienced. And that poor girl!"

It caught me off guard. I think my friends were not expecting me to get so upset but each one understood. I could understand and relate in way to what she went through.

I remember.