You have got to be kidding me!

Somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean - the pilot comes over the PA system and announces we have a problem....

After a nice dinner the night before I left, the night ended in a disaster. Why does fear push us to do and say things we later regret? I slept fitfully for 5 hours and decided to catch the Canal Street Ferry to see the sun rise over New Orleans. Since I have seen the city gently pass from day to night I thought it would be a perfect beginning to day to see the city I love so much awaken. Still unable to completely put together thoughts and words about the night before I leave on my adventure. Have you ever experienced a complete sense of regret for the things you have done and failed to do? Not the kind where you are are just sorry - but the kind that tears your heart out? I mean to the core regret. Mine hit me somewhere over Alabama.... Tears of sadness flow...

The pilot continues on the PA system - although it´s a serious problem we are not in any immediate danger. (my first thought is - right like you would really tell us we have 45 seconds to live). He continues 1 out of our 3 navigation systems has gone down and since it´s my main source for navigation, we are returning to Philadelphia. The irony of the situation was not lost on me. Our pilot is lost somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean minus 1 navigation system and I am lost in my life without 1 of mine. (mental navigation = check, emotional navigation = wobbley but check, spiritual navigation = hello spiritual ?? anyone out there. OK so no check there) The Atlantic is dark out my window and my fear is now rampant.

Finally the lights of Philadelphia appear - back where I started.