Just about everyone has heard about the Jet Blue captain that went berserk on his own plane the other day. People were horrified. How could this be? Pilots are unflappable. God like. Look at how Sully saved all those people by landing on the water. Who was this "nut job"? This aberration. This...
This man is us - plain and simple. We made him god like because of what he did. He flew through the clouds, the home of the gods, at hundreds of miles an hour while we watched movies in the back. Of course we revered him. Our lives were literally in his hands. Reality, however, has a nasty habit of breaking into our most cherished fantasies. No matter who the man, he's flesh and blood. He's as fragile and vulnerable to life's ills as we are. Universal mandate anyone?
