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Carol H Tucker

Passionate about knowledge management and organizational development, expert in loan servicing, virtual world denizen and community facilitator, and a DISNEY fan

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Be warned:in this very rich environment where you can immerse yourself so completely, your emotions will become engaged -- and not everyone is cognizant of that. Among the many excellent features of SL, there is no auto-return on hearts, so be wary of where your's wanders...


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Nine years .....

Nine years ago I did something that could never be undone and I have lived with the regret every single day.   Nine years ago, Frank was exasperating me, he couldn't seem to get himself together to leave and was talking about retiring from his job at the mall.  It was one of a handful of times in almost 20 years that I did not actually kiss him.  I did not tell him that I loved him and to be careful out there.  "We'll talk about it when you get home," I said firmly, "you're going to be late."  Nine years ago today, I kissed Frank on the cheek and impatiently walked away so I could get ready for my work.  He let himself out the door while I was in the shower.

He died at work that day.   

He dropped dead at 9:35AM behind the wheel of the security car -- stroke or heart attack.   The paramedics who responded didn't report him as dead, they rushed him to the hospital and the official time of death was 10:30AM.  They weren't able to notify me until after 1:30PM -- Frank had forgotten to change my contact number when I changed jobs.  Finally his boss thought of his personal cell phone and they found my number there as "Carol work" and called me, telling me to call the doctor.  I called and the poor lady ended up telling me on the phone that he was gone....

Learn from this so that you don't live with regret.

Tell your loved ones every day that you love them.   Every.  single.  day.   You might not ever get another chance.

Keep your emergency contact numbers up to date at work.




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