About three weeks ago, one of my dear friends from highschool was involved in a car accident. He had a severe head injury. I went to go see him yesterday. Physically he's okay, although he can't breathe on his own. Mentally, he's not there. Like Terri Schavo, I guess you could say. I was not expecting that. I was expecting bruises, scrapes, stitches, broken bones. But he's still be him, he'd still joke around. I've never experienced this before, I think I'm more scared than anything. I'm scared that he's going to be like that forever. But, you never know. People have had those injuries before and gotten better, the doctors just don't know how much brain damage he has. And he has shown significant improvement over the past week. I'm also feeling guilty. I didn't keep in touch with him very well over the past year. I just have to keep him in my thoughts and prayers, and look toward the bright side.

Greetings! My first blog. I guess I should explain my title. "My Middle Name is Grace." I'm quite the clusy, accident-prone klutz. So I'm detailing it, as well as other areas of my life. I work two jobs. I'm a cook/supervisor at a nursing home, I've worked there for almost 5 years. I like it most of the time. I also work at a toll bridge. I didn't like it so much at first, but now it's growing on me. I'm starting online classes in October to get my certificate in dietary management. All righty, I think that's about enough for right now! Adios!