Ever since my divorce I have had a recurring dream of an airplane crashing into my house. In the dream I hear a plane coming towards my house & I know it's going to hit...... in a panic I run ............as i'm running, the plane hits the house and explodes............A huge fire ball consumes my home. I run from the fire but can feel it burning my back. Then I wake from the dream.
Today at work as I'm going about my daily chores and probably cursing someone under my breath, I hear an airplane coming towards the building.........the roar of the engine getting louder and louder.............and I can feel a vibration under my feet......for a moment I think that because of my dream, the panic I feel must be an over reaction. Then I see our administrator and attorney run from the office with fear all over their faces...... and I hear dead silence from the room behind me that just seconds ago had 25 people talking and enjoying lunch. I was petrified! I stood there trying to gauge what direction the plane was coming, where it would hit, and what my best option for escape might be. And then it passed.
We all went outside to the back courtyard. Lazy Joe, the grounds keeper was out there,pale & shaking. He pointed above the roof and said "it flew right over. it was so close I could have hit it with a rock. it barely made it over those trees."
We stood and talked about what would have happened had the plane hit our building, and decided we all surely would have perished. One employee had run out to get some iced tea. She would have been the lone survivor. I asked her if she thinks she would have suffered from survivors guilt. "Hell no!" was her response.................I aint mad at her............and that's it.
Today at work as I'm going about my daily chores and probably cursing someone under my breath, I hear an airplane coming towards the building.........the roar of the engine getting louder and louder.............and I can feel a vibration under my feet......for a moment I think that because of my dream, the panic I feel must be an over reaction. Then I see our administrator and attorney run from the office with fear all over their faces...... and I hear dead silence from the room behind me that just seconds ago had 25 people talking and enjoying lunch. I was petrified! I stood there trying to gauge what direction the plane was coming, where it would hit, and what my best option for escape might be. And then it passed.
We all went outside to the back courtyard. Lazy Joe, the grounds keeper was out there,pale & shaking. He pointed above the roof and said "it flew right over. it was so close I could have hit it with a rock. it barely made it over those trees."
We stood and talked about what would have happened had the plane hit our building, and decided we all surely would have perished. One employee had run out to get some iced tea. She would have been the lone survivor. I asked her if she thinks she would have suffered from survivors guilt. "Hell no!" was her response.................I aint mad at her............and that's it.
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You're brutal!
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