I'm sitting here pissed as I was going through my hard drives running disk checks and such. Long story short I added the wrong drive to the WHS pool and lost some backups of games and such. Mostly, lost my documents folder that had my programs I had written that I hadn't had a chance to backup yet. Gone. Oh well.
THUMP. A huge deep sounding noise rings out and shakes our huge apartments building. Didn't think anything about it as we are on the second floor and construction is going on four buildings just a football field away.
I always park my car in the spot just under our balcony. Always. Every single day. But, it's been in the shop after an accident.
I look out the window and there are ambulances and fire trucks and police cars pulling around the window.
A man jumped off the fifth story balcony and the body is sitting right outside my window.
I have the strangest feeling in my stomach. I feel horrible for his family. No one can seem to find or contact anyone who knows him.
Losing some data suddenly doesn't feel so important anymore, and I feel horrible for worrying about such stupid things in life. Six years ago that could have been me, and I'm glad I had help realizing everything good in life, but feel horrible for this man I never knew.