Thursday, April 05, 2007
We cross other people's paths everyday and some of them we may never see again and we just move on, it's normal. But what's sad about it sometimes is that one time that we connect with them and we don't know how badly they need our help. The next thing you know is that they're gone - literally.
I encountered this previously and I don't think life wasn't being fair to this person. I hardly know him. We only talked once, although he doesn't sound young as he is, he seemed like a nice person. He was just calling for my boss regarding his billing and insurance problems regarding his diabetes medications. When my boss was going to call him, he was told that he passed away. Not from his diabetes, but suicide. Looking at the time frame, he picked up 60 pills of Vicodin about a day or two after we had a conversation and took all of them. I questioned my self if it's our fault but according to the patients medical background, he already has psychological problems. As my boss said, it couldn't be entirely our fault but we probably played a part of it. Maybe it's just one problem piled after another until he just couldn't take it anymore. I feel really sad because at one point in his lifetime we had that conncetion. It could have been significant but it's all too late now.
Spell casted @ 4:34 PM