Losing something -
a grocery list, a ten dollar bill, an earring, or a computer document, for
example - is disconcerting. It is unpleasant to no longer be able to
locate something. Whenever I misplace an item (more often than I care to admit),
feelings of desperation and frustration surface. I am distracted until I locate
it. Even if the missing object doesn't
surface in a reasonable amount of time, thoughts of it linger indefinitely in
my subconscious. When something is lost,
by definition there is no proof that it is gone, so we continue to hope it will
turn up.
Malaysia
Airlines Flight 370, with 12 crew members and 227 passengers disappeared on
March 8th, 2014. Just disappeared. Nearly everyone worldwide is aware of this
event. With no evidence of a crash, the
search for it continues, and theories of what happened to it abound. The feelings associated
with losing something escalate to a whole new realm, when what is missing are
people. I have no personal connections to anyone on the flight, yet I am unsettled by this loss; I cannot
fathom the angst of friends and family of the
passengers on that flight.
When I was in high school my dad gave me a
necklace, and it had a lot of sentimental value for me. One day, I suddenly realized the pendant was
no longer on the chain around my neck. I
remembered catching it on the dishwasher earlier, as I was unloading the dishes. The chain had remained intact, and I wondered if
possibly the pendant had been pulled off without me noticing. The last place I remembered definitely having it was
in our kitchen. I searched everywhere,
including inside our dishwasher, but couldn't find it.
Years later, we
were moving to a different state. Cleaning the kitchen for the last time, I had a moment of
inspiration. Call it a hunch. I was thinking about how I had always hoped
my necklace would show up, and now I was leaving any chance of that
behind. I looked at the door of the
dishwasher again, and noticed a small opening near the latch. We took the front panel off the door and sure enough, there was my necklace - in perfect condition. It seemed impossible, but it must have somehow slipped inside that
hole. Hidden in plain sight, so to
speak, all this time.
The loss of Flight MA 370
and my missing necklace are dramatically different circumstances, of course. My necklace taught me though, that sometimes we just aren't looking in the right place. Lost items sometimes do turn up later than expected.
Could it be possible, that the lost plane is also "hidden in plain sight"? It seems inconceivable that in 2014 a large plane can just completely disappear. I hope someone has a moment of inspiration, acts on a hunch and figures out how to find it. Until there is proof that it is gone, I'm trying to remain optimistic that the plane will be found and that all of the crew and passengers are safe.
Still hopeful,
~Susan
Could it be possible, that the lost plane is also "hidden in plain sight"? It seems inconceivable that in 2014 a large plane can just completely disappear. I hope someone has a moment of inspiration, acts on a hunch and figures out how to find it. Until there is proof that it is gone, I'm trying to remain optimistic that the plane will be found and that all of the crew and passengers are safe.
Still hopeful,
~Susan
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