Oh gosh! There's so much to talk about.
I guess I could talk about Miley Cyrus and lap-dancing, but I'd probably find myself hard pushed to keep the blog PG. Which I might point out, I do make a great effort to do.
And then there's the new Microsoft Office 2010 which I guess I could deal with, but I haven't yet used it yet and cannot contribute much original content there.
I also feel like talking about the Apple lawsuit and the possible ramifications of banned iPods, but find myself distracted by this too by a rather interesting story which is in many ways tragic but is also somewhat miraculous.
I want to talk about the plane crash in Tripoli.
I was born in Johannesburg, South Africa and lived there for what has so far been the overwhelming bulk of my life. It is from my home town that Afriqiyah Airways Flight 771 departed with a full stock of 104 passengers.
When the flight crashed only one man survived. A ten year old Dutch child was pulled out of the rubble with two broken legs and numerous other injuries. Still, it is a miracle that an airplane crash that killed every adult on the plane and a ten year old kid was the sole survivor.
As a religious person, it is difficult to not look at the crash without saying that the hand of God kept the child alive. Who can claim to say why the plane crashed at all? I certainly don't know, but we can take what lessons we can from this and try to live every day in such a way that it would be a worthwhile last day.
Spend all the time you can with those you care about, for you never know when they might be taken from you.
Still, when you're down and out, remember that there is that one ten year old kid that survived the plane crash. You can certainly survive some emotional trauma.
My thoughts go out to all the families of those who perished in the crash.
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