>What’s more important?

>Today my mom called me at work and told me that my brother and his wife had borrowed her car and had an accident. I was totally concerned about how bad the car was damaged. It didn’t even cross my mind to wonder whether they had been hurt. This isn’t the first time either. People at work have had accidents and I always ask about the car. I don’t realize until later that I should have asked if they were OK. This doesn’t really bother me though. I prefer the company of objects more than people anyway. Objects won’t hurt your feelings and make you feel alone. I just thought it was interesting enough to share.