A couple days ago, I had an amazing back workout. That was going to be the topic of this blog. But something horrible happened yesterday in our community. So horrible that I lost my words. It’s not just something that happened in our town, but it involved people who my husband knows and has worked with for years. I was at the gym when I saw the news about the plane crash killing or injuring dozens of spectators. Knowing my husband would have been at the races that day, I called him immediately to make sure he was OK. He was. He left and went home about an hour before the crash. I knew before I talked to him that if he was there, he would have been involved. Today he told me that a friend of his that he was going to meet yesterday had box seats near the crash. He’s fine physically and is dealing well with the emotional shock. I just checked online. The number of dead has risen to 9. It’s going to keep rising. But everyone who was at the airfield yesterday was a victim, even if they weren’t injured. They saw it. I know if Paul would have been there, he would have been traumatized. The air race people are his friends. I sent up prayers of thanks that not only was he not hurt, but that he left before it happened.