In the passenger plane crash in Greece a few days ago, one passenger managed to send this text message: "The pilots have turned blue. Farewell cousin - we're frozen."
Chills down my spine. Hairs raised on my neck. I close my eyes, and shake my head, trying to get rid of the feeling of dread and sadness, reminding myself that I'm alive.
I think about that text message. I think about the sender of that message. I think about who received it. Did that person know?
As I write this, another plane has crashed in Venezuela. And both of these follow the missed runway incident at Pearson Airport in Toronto.
With a recent job change requiring more business travel, I'm on airplanes a lot more these days. All these recent incidents give me pause.