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[Charon]

James,

I especially liked your comment:

As regards believing my eyes - yes they can deceive. I am willing not to believe my eyes but I am not willing to believe anyone else’s unless I believe them and have some insight myself. I tell you, if man's progress in knowledge had been left to me, we would still be considering what fire was.

I myself, had I been in charge, would have named fire – chocolate.  Then whenever someone yelled chocolate everyone would come running, to get a bite.

With regards to faith and logic, I have my own tales that help me understand faith, whereas the logic makes no sense.  Pardon my intrusion as I share with you the following:

As I mentioned I survived a plane crash in western Nebraska.  As one of the five survivors (two died), you wonder why you survived.  Why did you sit in that particular seat and not one of the others?  What if, what if?

Two years after surviving the plane crash, my wife and I moved to a new home.  This home was located in a small town, out in the country, over a hundred miles away from our former home.  We moved to eastern Nebraska.  

Upon settling in the small town, my wife took our youngest daughter to the local dentist.  He informed us our young child should see an orthodontist and provided a long list of names of ortho-specialists in the nearby very large city (over 500,000 people).  My wife randomly selected one and appointments were made.

During their second visit to the ortho-specialist, the doctor asked my wife if she would remain in his office as he had someone who wanted to visit with her.  After a brief delay, in walked a young nurse, who introduced herself to my wife.  She was the wife of the pilot who died in our plane crash.  

Now here is where the story really gets interesting.  After hugging and crying the two started to talk.  The flight we were on was a chartered aircraft.  Of the seven people, six of us worked for the same company.  During research into the cause and celebration of surviving the crash, the one family that was never a part was the pilot’s, for after all we had no idea who he was, having only met him on the flight out and back.

Well it seemed the wife and her young daughters, 14 and 16, had not been provided details of the crash.  They were not privy to the information we were.  The wife of the pilot had read in the newspapers that I had stayed awake throughout the ordeal and wondered if she and her daughters could meet with me.  It seems the two daughters were suffering, so much so, that they were becoming rebellious and their grades were suffering.  My wife readily made the appointment and arrangements were made.

They arrived at our house, twenty miles away from theirs and we talked for over three hours.  They listened, asked questions, then we hugged and cried, and they left.  

A couple of years later my wife saw the pilot's wife again.  They hugged and shared pleasantries; then the pilot’s wife told my wife what had happened in the past few years.  It seems that after our meeting, the two girls turned their lives around, they became honor students, involved heavily with school.  One was preparing for college and the other had made the varsity softball team.

Why did I survive?  I don’t know.  Of all the people aboard that plane, I was the only former pilot.  I could tell everyone exactly what happened and how.  I was the only one not to suffer a serious head injury and the only one to stay awake through the whole thing.  Oh I was injured, very badly, but I survived to tell the story and am the only one who loves to talk and write stories.

Faith?  I’m not sure, but what made us move to that small town, see that doctor, select that orthodontist, who had that nurse working for him?  Logic?  I think even Mr. Spock would have a problem with this scenario.

I could go into other stories as well: Why did my company transfer my small department to a new location 10 miles away?  Why on only my second week driving to my job, did I take a different route?  Why did I decide that morning to buy a cup of coffee, when I don’t even drink coffee?  And why was I there, when a scared young girl jumped out of her car, ran up to me, and asked me to help her for she had just been shot?  Why was I there to take her into safety and treat her wounds until the EMT's arrived?  Why would I remember a certain car that had passed me earlier, that permitted me to identify the young man that had shot her?

Sorry to take up so much space, but as you can see – it’s a wacky world.  Faith – logic, you try to explain.  Luck?  

You for sure don’t want to know why I believe in ghosts, as that story will make you have goose bumps and make you stay awake at night.

da Hun (the adventurer)