When my roommate/best friend told me this yesterday, it really shook me up and reminded me of how lucky we all are and how we sometimes take it completely for granted. It's an intense story, I'll warn you. My roommate is friends with a girl who was pregnant. She's 20 years old, and her husband is in Iraq in the military. She was induced on Friday morning, and sent pictures of her newborn baby to her husband. From the electronic information that they have available, he appears to have received and opened the pictures that night. The next day, Saturday, he was killed in the line of duty. He died when his first baby was only a day old. My motives for posting this are certainly not political, so don't take it as such. When she was telling me this story, I was only have listening (I was thinking mostly of my new haircut). And then she dropped the bomb at the end...and I felt like the shallowest, most reprehensible person in the entire world. While I was making the "go to class or get your hair done" decision (and deciding to get my hair done, no less) and feeling like that was the most important thing in the world, there are people out there that were going through stuff like that...I don't know, I'm kind of rambling, but it has definately jarred me a little and made me sit back and reevaluate what i was prioritizing and obsessing over. I thought maybe sharing it would do the same for others.