I’ve had a case of survivor’s guilt lately.
I think it started after the earthquake/cholera epidemic in Haiti. I watched the TV coverage obsessively and then I had to change the channel. I couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t stand watching people suffer.
Next came the uprisings in the Middle East. Night after night there was gunfire and terror and people screaming. I had to stop watching that too.
And now, of course, we have Japan. The situation there is so awful I can hardly think about anything else. It’s created a low-level feeling of doom that pervades my days and nights. How can I enjoy life, goes my thinking, when so many are in such dire need?
Then came an email from my friend Kathy. She had flown to New Zealand on vacation the very day of the earthquake in that country, but she got in touch with me after she arrived to say she was safe. I was very relieved but wondered how on earth she’d be able to have a good trip amid so much destruction.
This is how she did it.
When she sent me this pic of her skydiving, I just howled. Talk about throwing caution to the wind! Why not skydive? Life is short and we need to appreciate every minute of it, although I would probably pick an adventure that didn’t involve being off the ground. But that’s just me.