Count the Ways

By Wednesday morning I can say this has shaped out to be a long week, and we're not even quite over the hump yet.

But I take faith.

The other day someone was asked how his day was going. He responded with, "Good. At least I'm not at the bottom of the Atlantic."

Yes. As morbid and awful as that sounds, it's true, isn't it?

There were 32 countries represented on that fateful Air France flight #447 from Rio to Paris. For a list of nationalities click here.

Think about that.
32 countries.
228 people, ranging from infants to retirees.

One blogger I came across a couple of days ago called it a "whole world in a plane, now sharing a watery grave."

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I know a lot of you I've spoken to over the past few days are going through some stormy times. But please take a few moments out of your day to count your many blessings. 

You don't need to be reminded that life is short - you see indications of it everyday. You don't need to be reminded that you've got one shot at this game - you don't need to come out as a winner, but you do need to be an active participant.

Try not to revel in the sadness that might consume you from trivial issues, but find beauty in the fact that you're a living, breathing, essential part of this world; and that you've woken up to a whole new day where you've been blessed with another shot at happiness.

Count the Ways.

xo
SC