Joyride

“There are some people who love me.”

The “pilot” was working his way through the final minutes of his life.

He spoke of being a confused guy who didn’t know he had a screw loose until he jumped in the seat and took the plane for a joyride.

And it’s easy to dismiss the guy as a nut job and that a bunch of people dodged a bullet when the plane crashed in a remote area and he was the only casualty, but I listened to those recordings a bunch of times, and really felt badly for a man that lost.

We all have days, right?

Bad days where we consider doing something drastic or stupid.

That was epically stupid.

He jumped behind the controls of a plane and took it up for a spin, knowing that he wouldn’t survive.

And he didn’t care.

That’s a bad, bad day.

And it called to mind all the people who are running around, trying to stay balanced, wondering how they can hold it together.

It seems to me that there is little that we can do about a man like that. His co-workers liked him. He was a hard worker with a good sense of humor.

He seemingly had direction.

Then he was lost.

Surprised himself, from the sounds of it.

His life ended at a crash scene.

We have a lot of news to sift through...

...he won’t get much more time.

We need to find time for those who are so disappointed by life.

Those are the guys who go out in a blaze of bullets at mass shooting scenes.

Same guys who barricade themselves in their homes, or drink to oblivion, or beat their wives...

...or run for President.

We need to curb the mental illness in America.