When I heard about the Costa Concordia shipwreck this weekend I thought it was amusing, wait, not amusing ha ha, but amusing-sad that the captain of the ship was one of the first to leave. Seriously? He probably was frightened, which is understandble, but seriously? As a captain, don’t you know not to desert your ship and your passengers? That’s on the level of a physician or a nurse deserting patients in a hospital during a time of disaster, or of a soldier deserting his troop in the middle of warfare. Not to mention that it seems as if the cruise ship was awfully close to shore in the first place and it’s likely the captain had something to do with that. The poor man is going to get what is coming to him. Manslaugter anyone?
Anyway, in catching up with news today, I learn that one of my former headmasters, Mr. Ebbage of the Havel School, and his wife were survivors and gave an emotional interview. I’ll admit that I don’t remember much of him, I mean I had no run-ins with him right, but I do remember that during one Easter season, someone had created a Mr. Egg-age easter egg! Ah, the things we remember from our childhood. In either case, Mr. Ebbage, I’m glad that you are doing well! And to the families of those not as fortunate, my condolences.
A lover of mangoes. A woman - smart, without pretense, lefthanded, Afropolitan - navigating this thing called life. An unapologetic believer in social justice and karma. Choosing to radiate positive energy and be true to myself. Here, my musings.
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