Face It Once and You'Re Free
FACE IT ONCE AND YOU’RE FREE
Thirty years ago Air Canada
Flight 802 mid-Atlantic - March -
Stormy patch, high level thunderstorm
Wind, lightning, plane went dark,
Wings flapping alarmingly, seatbelt sign on.
You’d last two minutes in the water
If you survived the crash.
Ultimate stress moment:
Now no control over my life, got to face
Possibility of termination.
Had I lived a good life? Not entirely.
You can’t undo anything.
Figured I had at least spent my earth-time usefully.
Figured the main sin was wasting your life.
Had I tried to fill each unforgiving second with action?
If I could repeat, could I do more? No.
Figured I was ready. Wasn’t afraid to die.
Still not afraid of death today.
Face it once and you’re free.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2011
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