A few years ago, my children and I were almost run down by a drunk/elderly driver while crossing the street at a light. He missed the front end of my son's stroller by about an inch. A few years before that, I came within two inches of being killed by a tree, and several years before
that I came within about five inches of getting crushed under some lumber a bunch of workmen were tossing out a window... so it kind of puts things in perspective. You can be walking along, minding your own business, leading your ordinary little life, and get hit by catastrophe in an instant.
I'll be flying out on Saturday and while I'll certainly
contemplate the tragedy of us plummeting out of the sky to our doom, same as I contemplate cracking up the car every time we drive anywhere, and contemplate gunmen in church, and massacres in movie theatres, heart attacks, home invasions, atom bombs, getting struck by lightning, winning the lottery, etc... I won't be especially concerned about it.
After all, it's only by the luckiest of chances I'm here at all. And anticipating a trip to Disney!!!
(Really, really hoping none of us die in the next few days.)