full circle in the hundred acre wood

The closing bell for the stock markets rang Thursday, another navel-jerking day. Buck and I were still working at our side-by-side laptops when we noticed on the small tv monitor nearby the breaking news of the U.S. Air jet crash landing in the Hudson River. Like anybody else close to a television, we were mesmerized by the story for the next several hours.

I think it was when I saw the film of passengers standing on the wings, that the old Mike and The Mechanics song, All I Need Is A Miracle, started playing in my head. It hasn’t stopped yet.

When I saw all of those first responders, commuters, tour and tug boat operators, and shivering survivors — one memorable young man jogging up a boat ramp, smiling, giving everyone the high sign — it was then that I felt tears stinging my own eyes.

This time. This time. The rescuers were safe, and they were able to do their job when it is the sweetest. Everybody got out.

Saludos a todos, y especialmente “Sulley.”


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