Sad

Our trash man died on our street today. He was run over by the trash truck. My mom was home when it happened, and she called me to tell me, and although I didn't know him, the more I thought about it, the more unspeakably sad it became. I mean, here was this guy, doing his regular work to keep our lives clicking along...and he gets crushed beneath the wheels of this huge truck.

The man who was driving was apparently, obviously, very upset - concerned that he would no longer have a job and about the reaction of the family of the man who died.

You just never, never know.