Some people might have been upset, thrown a tantrum, swear and curse at the airline…I wonder what they must be thinking now.
As I sat down to have lunch at the office, I looked at the dailies in front of me and all I could think about were the people on board, What were their last thoughts?
...I tried to imagine the crew, realizing how futile all the airline training they got as regard emergency rescue were at this point.
...I tried to picture the captain realizing he had no control over the aircraft anymore.
...I visualized the parents with their kids, letting the kids realize for the first time that Daddy/Mummy could be just as scared as anyone else.
...I thought about the pastors on board, who probably preached about heaven just that morning, not knowing it was closer than he thought....What about the guy/girl who forced their way on the flight just so they could make it to work on Monday.
... those in church, did they have regrets as the bomb went off, did they wonder why they came to church that morning
...Those who died at home, what could they possibly have thought? maybe they were watch TV, having a meal or just talking, how were they to know that you do not have to be in a flight to be victims of a plane crash.
I guess we will never know what their last thoughts were as they transited from this world, but I know one thing we can all pray for is that they find rest, and as we mourn the loss of these dear ones lets not lose focus on those who are alive. Let us show as much love and consideration as we can , because like I said before what counts is not how long we live but how well we lived.
Make Each Day Count For Good!