I went to The Reno Air Races for the fourth consecutive time this year. I posted a link on Facebook about my experience in 2011 when I witnessed the P-51 Mustang "The Galloping Ghost" crash into the box area. (If you are interested it is posted HERE)
To be honest, I haven't read that post since I wrote it back in 2011. I felt obligated to go back and read through the because so many of you lovely people reached out to me, in some way, expressing love and support and concern. ***I feel super blessed***
As I read through the post, I remembered some things that I had forgotten over the last 4 years.
It was good to remember.
It was good to feel so much love and support.
I ended the post rather abruptly didn't I? I actually remember writing about this experience while I sat on my front porch... a little over 24 hours after the crash and I was safe and sound, back at my home with my family, as if I never left, as if it never happened.
But it did.
I've realized that blessing can come from the most tragic things. It seems as though people who experience tragedy together form a very strong bond. It's crazy how these people who I had just met the day of the accident are now a permanent part of my life.
I crave them sometimes.
I crave them when I get caught off-guard by a loud noise and those memories from the crash come flooding back. I crave them when I hear the National Anthem. I crave them when I hear a military jet fly over my home.
I crave them.
I am bonded to them.
I love them.
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| Reno Air Races 2011 & 2012 |
I crave them.
I am bonded to them.
I love them.
Isn't it interesting how we, as humans, form bonds?
Life is full of trials and heartache and tragedy... but these things give us an opportunity to become real.
And I crave real.
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By the way, this is Ernie Sutter, the Ernie that melted my heart in my original post about Box A-49... he is still racing, and he's still awesome!
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