This post could be sub-titled "or, why I refuse to fly", but that is not my real point to this post.My grandmother used to say that each of us has a certain appointed number of days here.
I'm not so sure I believe that --- too fatalistic for my experience, and I believe in free agency which gives us choices and chances to impact what happens in our lives.
But I also believe that every choice and decision we make impacts every choice and decision we get to make (or must make) thereafter.
I find it really interesting how the pictures from this plane ditching in the Hudson make it look like the people are all walking on the water, just waiting for those ferry boats to come by the stop and pick them up.
And actually, it seems like the guy that could almost walk on water was the pilot. By all reports, there just couldn't have been a better guy in the pilot's seat to handle this situation. I think he deserves whatever the highest civilian award for bravery and service there is.
Whatever choices, decisions or fates were involved with this group, it just wasn't their day to die.
It gives us a view of what a real hero looks like --- a pilot "doing his job", and ferry boat captains and passengers suddenly finding themselves "in the fray", making that decision to go toward the danger and help save another person's life.
What would I have done?
What would you?
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