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Perspective

Perspective

As I am sure everyone is well aware, Saturday, a Malaysian Air flight bound for Beijing, seemingly, vanished into thin air. It is just gone. Presumably, so too are the 239 passengers and crew aboard.

Obviously, this is a tragedy. It seems the world over is captivated by this story and the many mysteries that remain. Was it terrorism? Was it just one of those crazy, wild, flukey things that happens once in a blue moon? Whatever it was, or is, it has me taking some seriously deep breaths and pausing to reflect.

I think this story would get to me no matter where I lived but the fact that the plane was bound for Beijing, MY city, has me more than a little freaked out. It has everyone around here freaked out. When something like this happens so close to home, you automatically do some mental math. “Do I know anyone that was traveling to or from KL this weekend?” That flight is a pretty standard route and many people around here fly to KL pretty regularly; for conferences, business, vacations or just to visit friends.

While I could not think of any close friends that were traveling to or through KL, I knew almost immediately, that someone in our expat or school community would be directly affected by this. In the grand scheme of things, the international community is very small.

Unfortunately, I was right.  Without going into any details, there are a few families at our school (my work) that had loved ones on that flight. The randomness of it all has me reeling and irrationally telling myself that I will never again set foot on a plane. Meanwhile, my husband is scheduled to fly out on Thursday for Manila.  When you live overseas, you can’t avoid flying. It is our reality. And yes, I realize, there is a far greater chance of getting in a fatal car accident than being in a plane crash but somehow that knowledge is not comforting me.

So what do you do when you come face-to-face with tragedy? Or, as in the case of many of us living in Beijing, what do you do when tragedy brushes you by, narrowly missing you, but plants itself firmly on some one you know? For me, I count my blessings a little more reflectively. And I try not to skip over those ones that normally seem so mundane or seem nothing to be particularly thankful for.  For example, today is not a beautiful day in Beijing, with an AQI registering at 284.  I am breathing polluted air, but I AM breathing. And my family is breathing. And sometimes, that is ALL you need. It is called perspective.

My perspective was forcefully changed on Saturday. Now, suddenly, everything feels more special. More monumental. More important. That is, everything that actually IS important, feels more important. The rest feels pretty silly.

Yesterday, I finished up a full day of work and rushed home to hang out with Beau. We celebrated my homecoming by eating homemade chocolate cookies and dunking them aggressively into milk. It was against all the rules (Cookies before dinner? What?), but it was fun. And important.

TFT

TFT

As I am sure everyone is well aware, Saturday, a Malaysian Air flight bound for Beijing, seemingly, vanished into thin air. It is just gone. Presumably, so too are the 239 passengers and crew aboard.Obviously, this is a tragedy. It seems the world over is captivated by this story and the many mysteries that remain. Was it terrorism? Was it just one of those crazy, wild, flukey things that happens once in a blue moon? Whatever it was, or is, it has me taking some seriously deep breaths and pausing to reflect.I think this story would get to me no matter where I lived but the fact that the plane was bound for Beijing, MY city, has me more than a little freaked out. It has everyone around here freaked out. When something like this happens so close to home, you automatically do some mental math. "Do I know anyone that was traveling to or from KL this weekend?" That flight is a pretty standard route and many people around here fly to KL pretty regularly; for conferences, business, vacations or just to visit friends.While I could not think of any close friends that were traveling to or through KL, I knew almost immediately, that someone in our expat or school community would be directly affected by this. In the grand scheme of things, the international community is very small.Unfortunately, I was right.  Without going into any details, there are a few families at our school (my work) that had loved ones on that flight. The randomness of it all has me reeling and irrationally telling myself that I will never again set foot on a plane. Meanwhile, my husband is scheduled to fly out on Thursday for Manila.  When you live overseas, you can't avoid flying. It is our reality. And yes, I realize, there is a far greater chance of getting in a fatal car accident than being in a plane crash but somehow that knowledge is not comforting me.So what do you do when you come face-to-face with tragedy? Or, as in the case of many of us living in Beijing, what do you do when tragedy brushes you by, narrowly missing you, but plants itself firmly on some one you know? For me, I count my blessings a little more reflectively. And I try not to skip over those ones that normally seem so mundane or seem nothing to be particularly thankful for.  For example, today is not a beautiful day in Beijing, with an AQI registering at 284.  I am breathing polluted air, but I AM breathing. And my family is breathing. And sometimes, that is ALL you need. It is called perspective.My perspective was forcefully changed on Saturday. Now, suddenly, everything feels more special. More monumental. More important. That is, everything that actually IS important, feels more important. The rest feels pretty silly.Yesterday, I finished up a full day of work and rushed home to hang out with Beau. We celebrated my homecoming by eating homemade chocolate cookies and dunking them aggressively into milk. It was against all the rules (Cookies before dinner? What?), but it was fun. And important.

Blogucation and Rays of Sunshine

Blogucation and Rays of Sunshine

Moody? Join the Club.

Moody? Join the Club.