The Day the Baltimore Bridge Fell—and What It Made Me Realize About Life

I did not see it coming.

Nobody did.

One minute, the Baltimore bridge was standing strong. The next minute, it was gone. Just like that.

I was not on the bridge. I do not know the people who were. But my chest still got tight when I saw the video. A whole bridge. Falling. Breaking. Swallowing cars and lives like they were nothing.

It made me stop.

Not just to feel sad for the families, but to ask myself a very real question:

How many times have I told someone “see you later” and just moved on like I knew the future?

The people on that bridge had plans.

They were going to work. Going home. Going somewhere.

They had no idea that moment would be their last.

We always think we have time.

This bridge collapse shook something in me. Not because it was on the news, but because it felt personal. It reminded me how fragile things are. How fast things can change.

We build big things. We trust systems. We drive over bridges every day.

But sometimes, life just breaks.

And when it does, all that matters is what we did with the time we had.

Did we tell people we loved them?

Did we do the thing we were scared to do?

Did we live with meaning—or just pass time?

I do not know how long I have.

You do not either.

So maybe today, let us slow down.

Let us check in on someone we care about.

Let us say thank you. Let us forgive. Let us breathe.

Because one small crack in a bridge can change everything.

And so can one small act of kindness.

Rest in peace to those who were lost.

Strength to the families still waiting for answers.

And grace to the rest of us, still crossing our own bridges every day.