Yesterday’s horrific plane lane crash reminds us all how precarious our futures are. Infants and their parents, teachers and schoolchildren, people from all walks of life shared their final eight minutes of life together.
All of their collective hopes and dreams were squeezed into an Airbus along with the love of their families and friends.
I can’t help but dwell on what those eight minutes may have felt like. Reports say it was a controlled descent. It’s possible the passengers didn’t know at first what was even happening. Eventually the bliss of ignorance had to have been shattered. I hope it was just for a matter of seconds.
All of their lives are now dreams interrupted. There are children who will not be born to the future mothers on that flight. The cure for disease may have been discovered by one of those kids. It’s endless, the possibilities. The immensity of the loss reaches to the infinity that those souls are now a part of.
Eight minutes. The time it takes to take a shower. Eight minutes. Take the dog for a walk.
Eight minutes. Make a fruit salad. Eight minutes. Organize your sock drawer.
Eight minutes. That’s all the had. Eight minutes was the rest of their lives.
Do something special today.