my heart hurts...

Its been a tough few days back to work as one of my students and former cheerleaders was in a pretty serious car wreck over break. She's still in a coma and right now we are just waiting on her to wake up... When I forget why it is that I do what I do, I am quickly reminded when tears stream down my face because of the scary thought that one of my kids might not make it.

And what a difference a few minutes can make....Saturday night in front of a packed house at WSU in a game that went into overtime Southeast beat East in what could possibly be the most incredible high school basketball I will ever witness in my lifetime. About a hour after the game ended the unthinkable happened. One of our coaches, lost his son.

A coach, a teacher, a pastor, a friend...is now dealing with not only the death of his son but the outrageous fact that his son's life was cut shot by an act of violence. My heart hurts...