For a few minutes yesterday I experienced the numbing sensation that must be familiar to those relatives and friends of the downed jet as I searched to confirm the flight number was different. A friends son who I've know since a baby flew out on MAS at the same time to KL as the doomed jet. They were in exactly the wrong place at the wrong time and chance alone saved them. From such fine threads do we survive.
Friday, 18 July 2014
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