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I once trained this woman named Sylvia. A nice enough lady with nothing that really stood out about her except for the fact that she was a heavy smoker. She had that "Newport Throat" and would take breaks once an hour to go to her car and light one up. She would also call out often(one the things that eventually led to her termination) but other than that she was just another employee.
One day she came in and she looked a little down so I asked her if she was OK. She said she was fine but then proceeded to tell me about her daughter's husband and how he'd died the night before. Apparently it was sudden and everyone was still in shock. A reasonably healthy 30year old with no signs of trouble just died. I pressed for further details and right before she started sobbing uncontrollably, she gave me one detail that still troubles me to this day. He died on the toilet.
After she calmed down Sylvia told me of how she'd gone to her daughter's house the night before to have dinner with the family. She kept stressing how everything was normal. They ate, fellowshiped, and at the end of the night, she left. Just a normal night. By the time she arrived at her home tho, her daughter was calling her pleading for her to come back because something was wrong. She said her husband had gone to the bathroom and never came back out.
So they called the ambulance, they came out and it turns out that Sylvia's son in law had indeed passed away having a bowel movement.
So what does this have to do with me? Why am I even putting this story in my blog. Well, sometimes people will tell me shit or I will hear something on CNN or Discovery and it will stick with me. Like, I know that when you are having a stroke that your grip is affected and you wont be able to make a strong fist. I test my fist strength from time to time just to make sure I'm not stroking. Anyway, Sylvia told me that she was going to get more information on exactly why her son in law died and I was waiting with baited breath to get that. Guess what! She got fired later week and I never found out what happened to that guy!
Now everytime I have to take a shit, I wonder if I will die on the toilet.