I work for a large company. One which traumatically lost 160+ people on 9/11/01.
I interact with my colleagues at work extensively. Outside of when we're talking shop, we talk about day-to-day musings. Our families. Our pets. Our kids. Our car troubles. The fact that so-and-so burnt dinner last night but we shoved it down our throats anyway because they had tried hard to make it. We talk about the fact that we lost our rec basketball game last weekend. Or that someone's daughter surprised them with a cute breakfast in bed last Sunday. Or that the scallops at the restaurant around the corner are worth trying out.
It becomes a sobering reality to me when I think about the essence behind all of these stories, all these
insignificant details that that make life ... life. Love. Family. Weekends. Hard work. Free time. Pets. Fumbles. Favorite candy. Pet peeves. High school humiliations. Bad dates. Good dates. New shoes ... you name it. You get to know your coworkers through these details after sitting in their vicinity and enjoying the company as you plug away at the grind.
The funny thing is that all of these "little" things are anything but. They contribute to the whole of a unique, varied profile reflecting everything that is this someone. And I have enjoyed these conversations for years with seemingly hundreds of colleagues.
And yet, the number I sit and interact with every day pales in comparison to the number that our exact company lost that day.
What a horrific way to further humanize the reality of this tremendous loss of life.
Thinking of all today. XO.