I watched a man die today in a grocery store parking lot. Being in the medical field I am surrounded by life and potential death every day, and it never gets easier… As I drove up into the parking lot I had to move over for the fire truck to pass. As I parked I immediately began to assess the situation. The staff from the store had an AED on the man already, and it appeared as though they had fired it once but I cannot be certain. I walked up to the JFRD guys and told them that I was a nurse and asked if there was anything I could do to help them out. I bet they get that a lot. I knew I couldn't and that they wouldn't let me help, but I had to ask. I felt compelled to do something. When JFRD thanked me and told me no, I did the only other thing I know to do. I started praying…out loud…through a tear trembling voice. I got a couple of heads turning, but for the most part I think they just agreed with me. I still pray that God’s perfect will come for that man’s family. I think that from a medical standpoint he was down for too long to recover …unless God chooses to recover him. So as I get ready for evening service, because we are having church even though the best commercials…I mean the Super Bowl is on TV, I have been reminded how fragile this life is. I know that we have the hope of glory, but I don’t want to get there before my time… It would be hateful to show up only to be told I wasn't supposed to be there yet! My pastor said in service this morning that death is just the transporter for us from here to eternity. Then I got the opportunity to watch it in action. It’s still not easy. I honestly pray that I never get to the point that the loss of human life doesn't have a profound effect on me, that it will always cause me to shed tears, even if I have no idea who it is that has slipped into their forever home.