Most of mine were imprinted on me as another law of physics was proved on my body or a law of consequence was proved on my soul. I can't really take credit, they were simply a matter of seeing the obvious.
Same thing I thought. My buddies dad missed a leer jet business flight that crashed and killed everyone when we were growing up. Every day of your life is a gamble. Don't waste it on a fucking couch.
So I was about 24 at the time. Still sort of newlyweds but the entire marriage I knew something was off or missing. We had recently moved out to Arizona where things just got worse. Went back to NJ to visit family and that entire time we were in NJ i just kept thinki g I have to leave her here. She cant come back with me. And as we were waiting to board our plane I was about to walk out and call a cab to take her back to stay with her family. I'm getting up the nerve to mention this all to her and then we watched the first plane fireball. Then literally watched the second. But that was clearly a epiphany for me that morning. Chaos ensued and we were able to get a cab to Weehawken and then walked to Teaneck. I left her at her Mom's, flew back to AZ by myself a week later and I've never seen her again. I lost a good friend that worked at Cantor Fitz, so i have these weird feelings about 9/11. My brother asked me a few years after "Would you have taken out thise fuckers and flown the plane back?" ( i was taking flying lessons before this) "Not that day, i would have left my headphones in and reclined my seat back" Things happen for reasons. I have an incredible wife for almost 20 years and a bunch of adopted kids. So.....
My father refused to go out on the Thresher for deep-dive testing. Fun fact, the Thresher was launched on my birthday.
Obviously Wingnut is going to have to clear the air on this but none of the 4 flights that were impacted by terrorist activity were operated by US Airways. Two were American and the other two were United. Because of this I don't think he's implying that his epiphany kept him off of one of the ill-fated flights of that day.
The adage of "You don't know how sick you are, until you aren't sick anymore" became an extremely important turning point after I was no longer married and found a damn good group of friends. Subjective happiness (being generally happy and enjoying life) on your own terms is pretty incredible. Be happy with your damn self, do what makes you happy, and drop dead weight like a bag of hammers.
No I'm not implying that I was almost on one of the flights at all. Flight 93 just left Newark at 8:40. My epiphany was happening regardless of the other events of that day. Just compounded by everything else. But it was a very clear fork in the road of my life.
Sounds a lot like what I went through in the late 90's / early 2000's. Took me about 4 years to make the transition from miserable "victim" to living life on my own terms. An adage I heard that helped spur things along was "There are no victims, only volunteers."
Exactly.. You can wallow in self pity, or you can GTFO it and move past it. The reality of allowing the hate and sorrow to rule your life.. .No thanks. Never again