Life can be bland, dull, fine, happy, or thought of as even boring, then BAM!, it hits you in the face. I was talking with an old co-worker today about how much the office has changed and how when I came back from being out three months, there were many new faces to behold and names to learn. She asked why I was out and I provided a short and sweet version. We then separated ways and I headed for the restroom. While washing my hands at the sink, she glided over to the sink next to me and stated she had lost her first child. It had stopped growing. She proceeded to comment in an even tone that getting pregnant was not a problem for her. In fact, soon thereafter she became pregnant with her second child and while nursing became pregnant yet again stating, "So, I aborted it. I am so religious now that sometimes I feel bad. Like I murdered it." These words were stated like she was telling me how to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I felt like I had just been punched in the gut. In a two second span I felt anger, then a confused sympathy and a small, feeble voice that I realized later to be mine whispered, "You will see them again one day." She turned to head towards the front of the building without even batting an eyelash. Later my thoughts and feelings are left at, "What am I suppose to do with that?"