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You make the rockin’ world go round

August 27, 2006

Where do I begin… I have a lot to say but am afraid of sounding cliche or dramatic. I hate the uber emotional, heart-wrenching (or attempted heart-wrenching) blogs that so many people spit out. But since the point of this is documentation, and today seems to be a day worth documenting, I’ll blog anyway.

I woke up this morning to the news that there had been a plane crash. Kind of bizarre in light of a conversation I had had last night (more on that later). The plane was the type of plane I work on, but flown by our sister Delta Connection, Comair. As we all know, all but one of the people on the plane was killed. From what it sounded like, they didn’t even have a chance to get out of the plane. And once again, I was struck by the brevity of life. I’ve heard of lots of things that I knew were tragedies, but since I’d never been close to that situation, or anyone in the situation, I could only feel a certain amount of sorrow for the people involved. This hits a lot closer to home than almost anything that has happened in a long time. This could have been me. It could have been my friend. It could have been the guy that worked the flight I took coming back from Israel’s the other day. I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve flown out of the Lexington airport. I go up there a lot to visit friends, and bad things aren’t supposed to happen in Lexington. It’s bluegrass country. Nothing is supposed to happen on the flights I work. The CRJs are safe planes, and we only fly to puny cities. Something bad did happen though and I can only hurt for the people who lost their family members and friends. Life is short. Things like this are a good reminder to stop and make sure our lives are the way they should be. I’m trying not to get all typical and cliche, but I think there’s a reason people get this way when bad things happen. This morning I got to go to church. It was good to be there. Good to be surrounded by people who love me and who love God. Then I had a lovely lunch with my family. I helped my mom pick cherry tomatoes and flowers out of their garden, and as we walked back to the house I couldn’t help thinking how good it was to be alive.

I think that’s all of that for now. I was going to fly up and see Chasity tonight but am really tired and just couldn’t bring myself to. I’ll go in the morning. I posted an ad on craigslist to sell my old Civic and have had a ton of people email. Supposedly some guy is coming to look at it now and I’ve got another guy that keeps calling as well. One sounds French and the other Russian and I can hardly understand either of them. Hopefully it sells. It’d be perfect timing since I seem to be broke (again).

Back to last night’s conversation and associated thoughts of late – I think for a long time I’ve prided myself in not letting things bother me. I’m not very squeamish. I’m not scared of many things. I don’t mind things that are unpleasant when I know there is a reason for them. But it seems like lately a lot of these things are starting to bother me. I don’t like it. I find myself getting a little weirded out by odd things planes do (I hesitate to even mention that because I know a lot of you only fly because of your faith in crewmembers – but I’m human!!) I almost puked the other day when I was cleaning out a chicken and had to cut the neck out. I went to the doctor the other day and really didn’t like it. Next thing you know waxing is going to be intolerable and I’m going to think feet are disgusting. I don’t really know where this is going. I just don’t like the current trend of thoughts that are going through my mind. I don’t want my life to be governed by fear or limited by weakness.

I need to go track this guy down. It’s past my bedtime.

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