Time Has Come Today

From the English newspaper Times Online:

An Italian woman who arrived late for the Air France plane flight that crashed in the Atlantic last week has been killed in a car accident, it has been reported.

Johanna Ganthaler, a pensioner from Bolzano-Bozen province, had been on holiday in Brazil with her husband Kurt and missed Air France Flight 447 after turning up late at Rio de Janeiro airport on May 31.

All 228 people aboard lost their lives after the plane crashed into the Atlantic four hours into its flight to Paris.

The ANSA news agency reported that the couple had managed to pick up a flight from Rio the following day.

It said that Ms Ganthaler died when their car veered across a road in Kufstein, Austria, and swerved into an oncoming truck. Her husband was seriously injured.

Friends, sure, this is one of those ironies that, ironically enough, was published in a newspaper: the irony being that newspapers might not have such a long future themselves any longer (sad to think about.)

But as someone who was supposed to die at age 13, I know the feeling of playing with house money, and I appreciate every "extra" day I've been granted. I hope Mrs Ganthaler did, too.

We just never know. Never. So why spend time fretting about the crumbs behind the toaster oven or the crumbs who cut you off in traffic? How many people do you think get wheeled into emergency rooms worrying about their crabgrass?

If you knew that your last rendezvous was to be on your way home from work on Monday, would you skip lunch to crunch those numbers on the Snyder account?

Would you not take the time to say something complimentary to someone?

Be careful today and tomorrow and be grateful every day, be my advice.