The ultimate mystery of life is death. We know that the end of our journey in life must always conclude in the end of life. I, like millions, can not shake loose of the story about how Andreas Lubitz ended his journey along with the journeys of dozens of others when he shut the door of his cockpit to the Captain and quietly and silently headed the plane downwards to a murderous conclusion. We are now discovering that this man had emotional problems, and hid them from his superiors. He never revealed anything about who he was, he hid from others feelings of depression and illness, and simply went about his business of death. We now know that a doctor informed him that he was “unfit to work.”
I confess that this story haunts me. The death of 150 people without any warning, the end of life for little children is simply among the most horrible tales ever told. German authorities will be making some changes in the manner of who flies a plane. From now on there will always be two pilots together. OK, a little more money will be spent. At age 84 I am never surprised on how we humans can kill. It would be so wonderful if we could focus on life and cherish each moment of avoiding Death!