Taken flight lately? Reducing the options, strike off the list, booze, drugs and fashioning your next blame subject. Well, not totally the latter.
Because I want to talk about flying in an airplane. Remember your first plane ride? Mine was in 1962 flying from San Francisco to Chicago O’Hare, and all I remember [a red-eye flight] was sparks and then what appeared to be blazing sparks coming from the prop engines. I arrived in Chicago on Thanksgiving morning at 8 a.m., got to the YMCA hotel with walls thinner than paper…well, enough of that.]
Taking flights. In the news lately. Not good news. But, then, I realized, not sure the trigger, I cannot name anyone [maybe you can, which is great for you and the nominee] who hasn’t been in horrific personal times and places and moments. It’s part of the human fabric walking this life called day and night and day. No matter the person, and today’s news brings one devastation after another. Life happens. And. So does… [you know this is a G-rated blog]
Then. I saw this link…and in the midst of the dismal and disarming and fearful, this happened. On a plane stuffed with people. And, a surprise. Not one word of hate or blaming or getting thrown off the plane. Not for a breath. Up the center aisle came Kenny G and his saxophone. It was the moment. And I bet, no matter what happened to any of the crew or passengers, at least the next day, their life had a smile and an applause-ing thought.
So. This morning. Sure, today can go any way. But what I wish, as hopefully you watch this link, you can claim a moment in your life, hopefully as recently as last night, when the harmony was there and the cursing muted and life had breath and gladness. Hey, this can be more than preaching moments. It can be a particular moment when all was right within your self. Music up the center aisle of your life. Yes!