Monday, September 26, 2016
Yesterday, images of water flooded my mind. I woke up to the news that the sensational Marlins pitcher Jose Fernandez, just 24, had died in a boating accident. This, after getting here from Cuba. After saving himself and his mother from drowning. Death snatched him up after all.
Then, I saw the movie Sully. You know -- the story of the clear headed pilot who landed his plane on the Hudson river. All of the 155 passengers survived. The water didn't take any of them and this time death was disappointed.
I imagine that a successful brush with death gives us the ultimate high.
So, is it the knowledge that every defeat of death is temporary that makes us so destructive?