|Gillon St., Charleston, S.C.|
I have lived two or three lives today and am glad to be home.
My day began with a neighbor pounding on my door calling for help for a roommate she thought was dying. He didn't, although he is in serious condition. I helped her deal with rescue workers, got to work, met with the son of a dear former volunteer who had passed away and then attended her funeral. She was fittingly buried in her hospital volunteer uniform. I topped off the evening by serving as photographer for the hospital's employee service awards at the Convention Center. Home feels very sweet.