It always seems to rain on the worst days.

It rained the day I miserably failed a statistics test. It rained the day I went to a high school friend’s viewing and funeral. It also rained on Sunday, the day one of my fellow Greeks ended up in intensive care after being involved in an altercation.

I met Steve Nicholas just this past week. Our chapters were paired up for the Greek Week competition, where we were both chairs. I think I probably texted him around 10 times a day bugging him about the scheduled events to make sure we had enough people for participation points or just to celebrate when we won.

On Sunday, when I heard someone from Lambda Chi Alpha had been hurt, I immediately texted him to see what my sorority could do to help. I didn’t know until several hours later that he was the one who actually needed it. In the short time that I met and have known him, I know that he is an amazing guy. He was ecstatic about trying to win Greek Week and was at all the events supporting his brothers and his chapter. His dedication to his fraternity is apparent to all.

It’s strange how so much can happen in so little time. I had just asked him the night before if he could work his magic to get people to come to an event, and hours later, he was seriously hurt. It always seems events that hurt our friends or loved ones are events that are unexpected, the ones that happen on the most normal of days.

These unfortunate incidents are ever-present reminders we are not immortal; we don’t know what unfortunate incident could happen tomorrow.

I’m not trying to scare anyone into becoming a hermit to avoid accidents. I’m trying to remind everyone to be careful and continually make the most of our time here on earth. Think before making risky actions, and always live life to the fullest because none of us know what’s in store for us tomorrow.

For those of you who walked past the rock on front campus Sunday night, you saw what being in the Greek community truly means. More than 200 Greek members came together from all different chapters to pray for Steve. Half of the people there probably never met him, but we all have the common bond of being Greek.

I have worked for the Stater long enough to read various columns shedding negative light on the Greek community. But when it comes down to it, that service Sunday night is what being Greek is all about. It’s that support system that is always there – the knowledge that no matter what happens, there will always be somebody to help.

When the Greek community learned about Steve’s condition, we all pulled together – not just meeting at the rock, but offering any kind of help we could give. Being Greek is a common thread between us, but coming together for Steve is more than just the letters on our shirts. At the end of the day, we are a family.

As of now, Steve is listed in serious condition in intensive care. Our thoughts and prayers go out to Steve Nicholas, his fraternity brothers, friends and family. Get better soon, Steve.

Katie Roupe is a senior photojournalism major and guest columnist for the Daily Kent Stater.