"She got the call today, one out of the grey/And when the smoked cleared, it took her breath away/She said she didn't believe 'it could happen to me'/I guess we're all one phone call from our knees"
I got the phone call last Wednesday. A friend of mine called me to tell me that my best friend and "big brother" went home to be with his savior the night before. I think the memory of her saying those words to me will forever be burned into my memory. When the fog of shock lifted the lyrics to this song came to mind. We really are all just one phone call from our knees.
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