A few weeks ago, my buddy Nelson asked me to go to the Padres game with him on Friday the 25th, to which I agreed. On Wednesday afternoon, I got a text from him asking if we were still on for the game Friday. Knowing that Wildflower is coming out next weekend, I wanted to get in an ocean swim - but with the a 7pm game, there was no way I was going to be able to do the 6pm cove swim. So, my swim plan as of Wednesday night was to do the Friday swim at Fletcher's cove @ 7am. Fletcher's cove, after all, is a mere .7 miles from where I live.
The plan for Thursday night was actually to have a 7pm web conference with some developers in India (11.5 hours ahead of us). But when I got into work Thursday morning, they had requested that we reschedule the web conference until 7am Friday morning. I was kinda disappointed that I wasn't gonna get to swim, but I have been burning the wick at both ends lately, so I was cool with skipping the swim in the interest of "unwinding" with some friends (it is taper time after all).
Shortly after the conference ended, the phone calls and emails started, and work pretty much came to a hault for a while. As you can imagine, as time went on, my perspective shifted quite a bit. Some co-workers asked me if I knew Dr. Martin (I didn't), and after telling the above story a few times, it kinda kicked in.
I did a bike ride Saturday morning with someone who was swimming at the time of the attack, and to hear the recollection was chilling to say the least.
It is times like these when the cliches of "live life to the fullest" are no longer cliches. These are times to remind us to be thankful and respective of our environment, abilities, families and community. I know that the next time I have one of those "Man, I am lucky to live in such a beautiful place" moments, Dr. Martin will certainly come to mind.
I may not have known him, but that doesn't mean I can't learn from him.