Life is always fun and games. Giggling. Red balloons that follow you around town. Bluebirds that sing. Deer that allow you to pet them. Gobs of money growing on trees in your backyard. Plenty of perfectly grown food with no additives, chemicals or hormones. A being that loves you NO MATTER WHAT with more love than you can handle in one lifetime - (so guilt, fear and depression are gone). This is my life. This IS your life.
Today my daughter and friend were playing and giggling. It's a nice sound to have in the house. Until CRASH! BANG! something breaks. Then a shriek of terror. An actual glass shard is sticking straight up out of her finger. Mom to the rescue. I pluck it out. No blood. No real injury. BUT THE HORROR! of the perceived injury is enough to make her shout out loud. Giggles quickly turn to cries and life turns 180 degrees on it's axis.
Imagine the people in the plane that went down in the Hudson River. Most probably started the day excited to be going somewhere other than where they were. Or maybe some had already tried that and were now excited to go back from whence they came. Maybe a few were clutching the hands of their loved one's in trepidation - but they didn't really believe anything would happen - did they? Up they go into the air - higher than humans should even bother feeling comfortable - putting their trust in the big hunk of metal and the credentials of the pilot. What they didn't know was that their pilot had some serious credentials. They are blissfully, ignorantly, flying along and some geese choose this day to become Airborne Foie Gras. The day of excitement, or at worst - normalcy, turns into a day of terror and fear in ONE chance meeting. Goose to propeller. Simple as that.
I haven't thought too much about that plane ride. I have praised the pilot and thanked God for lives saved (even though He had little to do with it). I can't really imagine that moment where joy turns to terror. What do you think about? What do you do? I honestly hope that my mind would be thoughtless. And that I could revel in the moment - loving who happens to be in the plane with me, & loving those who don't. Thankful for the opportunity to know how sweet joy is - how amazing life is. Sometimes it takes a shard of glass, a stupid goose, an unrequited love, an illness, an argument, or a long gray winter to appreciate the abundance of light in which we all reside.
