Today was a morning like most. I got up early and was working away. I had to watch Abbie for a couple hours while Julie took her Mom to the airport - but other than that, it was pretty normal. Then it all changed.
At about 10:20 this morning (under an hour ago), Julie rushed into my office to tell me that Bob the Builder had a stroke next door. I ran over there to see if I could help - and there he was - sitting in his Bobcat, unconscious. One of his workers was giving him CPR, but he apparently hadn't been breathing for a few minutes. The ambulance showed up a few minutes after and hauled him away about 10 minutes later. He still wasn't breathing and had no pulse. I hope he's OK.
Update: Bob passed away this morning at Porter Hospital. He will be missed.