The greatest, saddest three words ever said

I had just dispatched the fire department on a little old lady’s assisted living home. It was a false alarm. I missed a step programming her system.

I found out when my technician called me with the sirens blaring in the background. He was asking if the system was on test.

I got off the phone, circulated an email around to let everyone know what happened, and then went back to programming, sadder than when I started.

And then I overheard a conversation from the office behind me, my friend talking to a customer.

“Hi John, how’s it going?”

The voice on the other line felt monotone. “I’ve had better weeks.”

“Are you okay?”

“My son died.”

And with that, I realized that me dispatching the fire department on accident really isn’t all that bad.

And it reminds me of something else.

There’s a famous story about a son dying. It’s called the greatest story ever told.

“How’s it going, God?”

“My son died.”