Sitting in the car after a 10 hour journey negotiating deceitful hairpin bends and torrential rain when we finally saw the tree/boulders blocking our way – the first thought that popped into my head?
No. It wasn’t that we might have to turn back.
No. It wasn’t that we might be stranded in the cold nowhere for the night.
No. It certainly wasn’t that we might be victims of a landslide.
It was – How much longer will I have to hold it in before we get to a decent restroom ?
Seriously. That is EXACTLY what I thought.
Of course after that my thoughts went to other more serious issues.
But not once – not even once did I think that this might be my last day on earth.
I think there are many many others like me.
People who don’t think of death/accidents in situations like this.
I don’t mean we don’t fear it. I do. I just mean we are so sure that it is not going to happen TODAY.
I wonder why.
Are we that vain as to imagine that death will find us in a more glorious setting?
That a lonely unsung unheralded death off the side of a mountain is not going to happen to us?
I bet most of the people who died that night – falling off mountains, swept away by a raging river, flattened by boulders, killed by drivers blinded by the rain – thought the same too.
But I prefer my foolhardy overly optimistic stupid way of thinking. It helps me live better.
I know – I will die.
Just not today.