Better days...

Again, I'm playing catch up with my posts...

This weekend was pretty busy. It was Rick's 26th birthday and we threw him a party on Friday to celebrate. The first real snow of the season began fluffing down on us, while we were all inside enjoying our time together. We had a lot of fun, but as always I had to cut things short for work.

It's been a rough weekend. A good friend of mine, Jacki had introduced me to some of her other friends last year. She shot me a text message on Saturday morning telling me that one of our friends was stabbed Friday night. I was horrified. Some times, this is why I hate having my phone with me at work. My stomach was in knots and my first instinct was to vomit. He had been working at a bar down as a bouncer and when he denied someone's entrance into a private party, the 19 year old stabbed him in the heart and several times in the stomach.

Details were very minimal on Sunday, as there was hardly any information to give. I knew right away they would have probably taken him to my sister hospital, a trauma center. I found out yesterday that he is stable but still in critical shape. Of course, taken to the OR immediately for repairs. I had lots of good faith in the surgery, seeing as I am familiar with most of the doctors floating around. They have the suspect in custody and he is facing felony charges...which is even more aggravating. I'm hoping they can escalate the charges up to attempted murder, seeing as he almost died. His color is looking much better today and he is conscious enough to know where he is and what happened to him. Right now, I'm hoping for a speedy recovery and justice to be on his side.

All of this, just for the simple face of not getting into a bar. I'm fully aware that bad things happen all over the place, but it just seems like things have been escalating around here lately. When there are times of poverty, jobless and depression crime rates seem to go up. Makes me scared to go out anymore, but I can't live in fear. 

I spent the rest of the weekend not really up for anything. I went out bowling for Michele's birthday on Saturday, but I was still worried the entire time. I'm just glad that he was rushed to the hospital quickly, and his life was saved.