Detachment

Sometimes things happen and I hear about them in the news and I shudder to the point where I ultimately need to detach. This plane that crashed in Greece falls into that category.

If there is a nightmare way to die in my view, it is circling around and around in mid-air waiting for the plane I'm in to crash. Oh my God. Not just crashing, but knowing it was inevitable because the pilot and co-pilot have passed out and turned blue. A few people managed to send good-bye messages via phone or text messaging. There were so many kids on board, athletes heading to a tournament. And vacationers. Oh my God.

I can't fathom it. So I'm not going to.