A witness saw a man next to him die. A decision as simple as choosing a seat meant death for one and life for another.
It is too easy for those of us struggling with a life-threatening disease to get focused on ourselves. We forget that life is transitory for everyone. The families of those victims know that all too well.
Having a terminal disease doesn’t mean we know our fate. I think we presume too much.
Despite all our worrying, our anticipation of an early demise from our disease, we might be wasting our time fretting. Our disease may have nothing to do with it.
It might just be a matter of sitting in the wrong seat.