|A plane taking off at the Amsterdam airport.|
Sunday, March 16, 2014
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.
And this is why I don’t sleep at night.
Be still before the Lord and wait patiently for him; do not fret when people succeed in their ways, when they carry out their wicked schemes.
Psalm 37:7 New International Version
Do you think some evil people got away with the perfect crime?