If you follow my blog, you
may remember that I was not having a good week the last time I checked in. I
was dealing with the loss of a patient and the stomach flu. My week didn’t get
much better. The diarrhea is still hanging around, the wife of my patient who
passed away is still pretty distraught and turning to me for support, work has
been crazy as usual, my husband’s work has been worse, and those couple of nice
warm days earlier in the week were just teasers as the temperature was below
zero again this morning.
On top of all of that I have
become obsessed with that missing airliner. If you stumble upon this sometime
in the future or are currently living in a news blackout, flight MH370 out of
Malaysia went missing eight days ago. This is a huge Boeing 777 airplane with
239 people on board and simply vanished an hour after take-off. At first, the authorities
thought that it went down in a catastrophic event (that’s what they called it;
one way or another it means crash to me whether the plane went down and broke
into a million pieces or blew up in mid-air). Now, because of some kind of
technology I don’t understand they say the plane itself was sending signals
long after contact was lost and that they think the plane could have flown for
another five hours. So if they know that much, why don’t they know where the
plane is? If it was a hijacking, why hasn’t someone made demands? If it was an
act of terrorism, why hasn’t some militant group claimed responsibly? And how does someone hide a plane two-thirds
the size of a football field? And what about all those people?
Two-hundred-thirty-nine of them, including two infants? And all their friends
and loved ones just wanting to know?
I seriously think that
whatever went wrong at 40,000 feet, the plane blew apart in some obscure place
and that it is just taking time to find it. But there is this little part of my
active imagination that would like to think that the plane landed safely in some
hidden jungle and that all those people are alive and well and will come home
someday. Or my uber-active imagination thinks they are living in an alternate
reality.
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| A plane taking off at the Amsterdam airport. |
Psalm 37:7 New International Version
Do you think some evil people
got away with the perfect crime?
3 comments:
Chris, I was thinking why aren't there any cell phone calls as in 9-11-01,passengers were making calls to family members & leaving messages as to what was happening until the planes crashed. Why are there no cell calls which makes me think it was one huge explosion that there was no warning for.
I thought the same thing, Denise, but some expert said that at 40,000 feet no cell phone would get reception. But if they landed the plane somewhere, you would think some kid who had been hiding his cell phone when they searched everybody, that this sneaky kid would get a text out. I agree that this plane had to have blown up, sadly.
Sorry you are having a bad week. Yes, this mystery is something else! We can pray, I do feel so badly for the people on the plane and for their families and loved ones. :(
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