I saved someone's life today

It's been 12 hours and it's still very much at the forefront of my mind.

At about 10 a.m., I was leaving my office to go to a meeting when I passed my coworker Joe* who said, "I can't find Al.  He's not here.  He didn't call out and he's not answering calls or texts."  Joe is Al's supervisor and the three of us have worked together for about 18 years.  Al has never not shown up for work without checking in.  Not once.  Never.  Al also lives alone.  His only family is out west.  And his father died 8 months ago.  Al's been depressed and visibly losing weight since then.  My mind zoomed through possible scenarios but one featured prominently at the top:  suicide.

I had to get to my meeting so I told Joe to keep trying to get a hold of him and keep me posted.  At about 11:30, I was still in the meeting when Joe texted me.
Joe:  Still nothing.  Sally has old contact numbers.  Tim worried also.  Do u remember how to get there?  (Sally is our group's secretary and Tim is our director. We'd been to Al's house 8 months ago for his father's shiva.)
Joe:  (gives me the address)
Me: OK I can get there with address.  Still in mtg.  Is Tim OK with us going?  I'm not going alone.  Should we call police to check on him?
Joe:  Yes.  We should probably go there.
Me: Can u wait for my mtg to finish?  (I feel so bad about this now.)
Joe:  Waiting is fine.  Give me heads up when done.  Trying to get in his computer.
Me:  Can IT "break into" it or do u have his password?
Joe:  In checking around computer Tim said u and I go.  Don't cause alarm and call cops yet.
Me:  We're almost done.  I'll text u when I'm in parking deck.

I picked up Joe and we drove about 45 minutes to Al's place.  Joe knocked on the door and got no answer at first, then he heard a thump.  He knocked more and yelled Al's name and said, "Open up!  It's Joe." More noises from inside.  More knocking and yelling through the door from Joe.  Finally, the door opened and there was Al, looking "like a zombie" (Joe's words) and a terrible odor was coming from inside.  Joe went in and tried opening the backdoor to let in fresh air while Al shuffled back to the couch and sat down.  Joe came back out front to get air and told me to call 911.  I looked inside and saw what looked like propane tanks for a gas grill, but they were red instead of the usual white.  Joe ducked back inside and opened a window, came back out and confirmed what I thought: Al was trying to kill himself.

I called 911 and gave them the address and what little I knew of the situation and then gave the phone to Joe.  Within a couple minutes, one police officer after another showed up, then the ambulance, and then the fire department.  Joe had gotten Al out of the house and he was now standing outside looking dazed, fully dressed like he was going to work but with a big bathrobe over it all.  His skin was a strange color and Joe said his eyes weren't really focusing.  I walked down the sidewalk and called Sally and Tim to fill them in.

We were there for the next hour or two, talking to the cops and lying to the neighbors that it must've been some sort of gas leak.  The firemen had gone inside and determined it was helium in the tanks and therefore, not explosive and not a danger to the other residents in the area.  Two detectives eventually arrived about when the police officers finally convinced Al to get on the stretcher to be taken to the hospital.  They almost had to handcuff him and force him to go.  One of the detectives went inside to take photos, while the other talked to us.

We told him that it was highly unusual for Al not to call and given that he'd been depressed, had been losing weight, lived alone, and we had no contact info for anyone nearby, we decided to drive out to check on him.  Although a suicide attempt was first on my list of possibilities, all kinds of thoughts had gone through my mind: car accident, heart attack or other sudden illness, a drop in blood sugar while on the stairs resulting in a fall and unconsciousness.  I kept trying to convince myself that something beyond his control had happened to Al, but my #1 guess was, unfortunately, correct.

Joe offered to go to the hospital with them but was told they'd be busy checking Al out physically and then waiting for his head to clear enough to talk to him.  We should just go home.  The detective took our names and numbers and gave his business card to Joe but we don't know what, if anything, they'll tell us.  We're not next of kin.  We're just coworkers.  We don't know if he contacted his mom before he did this.  She's also been depressed.  Did she do something to herself that prompted this?  The questions keep spinning through my head.  And the most important: What happens next?  What happens after he's released from acute care?  Even if they can convince him to go to a mental health facility (or send him there against his will because of the suicide attempt??), what happens when he's released from there and has to go home alone to his empty house?  Who will look out for him?  He's not married, doesn't have a girlfriend, and all his buddies are married with families of their own.  He has no family close by that we know of, just the mother and sibling 2,500 miles away.  What happens to someone in this situation?

So now we wait.  And worry.  And wonder what we could've done to prevent this.

*All names have been changed.

Outlander's Outsider: Laoghaire

What can I say about Laoghaire MacKenzie, the resident wannabe slut of Castle Leoch?  Well, I don't like her one bit.  I can certainly say that.  She bugged me from the moment she came on screen in Episode 102 and that was before I read the books.  During the hiatus known as Droughtlander, I read the first five books in Diana Gabaldon's Outlander series and boy do I hate Laoghaire now!

I watched the much anticipated Episode 109 - The Reckoning - and while everyone else is freaking out about how Jamie handled (both figuratively and literally) Laoghaire at the brook, I'm salivating over Jamie's final word of the episode: "Laoghaire."  One thing that REALLY BUGGED me in Voyager and beyond was that Diana had Jamie marry Laoghaire.  Maybe there's some purpose to this in book 6 or beyond, but so far, as of the end of The Fiery Cross, I see no real reason for Diana to have thrown this wrench in the story line.  It is my greatest wish that Ronald D. Moore takes liberties with this story line and has Jamie learn in Season 1 that Laoghaire is a vindictive little bitch who tries to have Claire executed and that that is the end of Laoghaire in Jamie's life.  Maybe we can get a glimpse of her sad, fat self in Season 3 but not as she's screeching at and shooting her sort-of-husband.

The Jamie-Laoghaire marriage serves no purpose.

1. It makes Jenny into an unlikable character due to her meddling.  I want to like Jenny.  She's Jamie's beloved sister who helped raise him and loves him to pieces.  So, why, if she felt that she needed to meddle and find him a new wife, couldn't she have picked ANY other woman in the Scottish Highlands???  Are you telling me that Laoghaire was the only woman available?!

2.  If it's to put another chink in the perfection of Jamie, it could've been done with someone else.  He's already been with Mary McNab and Geneva Dunsany.  Both of those liaisons bugged me but seemed to serve a purpose in the story.  Jenny could've married him off to someone else, for pete's sake.

3.  If it's to eventually get Fergus and Marsali together, that could've been achieved in any number of ways.  Honestly, she doesn't even need to be Laoghaire's daughter.  Once they leave Scotland, her parentage is only used as a device to insert conflict between her and Claire on the ship to America and for Claire to get satisfaction every time she's called Mother Claire by her enemy's offspring.  Neither of these are necessary plot points.

4.  If it's so Jamie and Claire can struggle with money (because Jamie feels obligated to continue paying alimony from across the Atlantic), they could've struggled financially anyway!

I just don't see the point!  It's as if Diana put the marriage in there intending to do something more with it and then changed her mind.

So, given that, as far as I can see, there is no point to this plot line, I would LOVE for Ron Moore to changes things up and have Jamie realize that Laoghaire is no good right now starting with the ill wish.  Then I'd like him to know during or immediately afterward that Laoghaire was responsible for Claire being with Geillis at that fateful moment in Craigsmuir.  I don't want him to find out 20+ years later in an anti-climactic "oh, by the way" statement years after the Frasers have left Scotland and set up in North Carolina.  Seriously, why does Diana even bother bringing it up at that point?

Ron Moore, Starz, Outlander's writing team, Maril Davis, Matt B. Roberts, and anyone else with pull, PLEASE depart from the books when it comes to Laoghaire!  Let Jamie see the evil soul that lives behind those sad blue eyes now.  Please, please, please, please, PLEASE!

(I tried to find the original source of the photo but couldn't.  All I can tell you is that it's not my work.)