Yesterday, I drove home crying. I was sad. I was distraught about life. Yesterday, the phone kept ringing. My mother, my friend. Chattering, chattering, chattering. While I was consumed with my life. Yesterday, I sat with a friend. I was venting. I was hurting. I talked his ear off. Yesterday, the phone rang again. It was my friend’s mother. His father had shot himself. Silence. One single moment. Yesterday, I realized, My worries were no longer significant. My tears fell quickly for someone else. Yesterday, he would change. His father’s life, Was more significant than the problems I thought were important. Yesterday, I sat in silence As my friend left for his impending doom. Yesterday, I cried for someone other than myself. For the first time in five years, I looked to the sky, And prayed for life.