Turbulence

Announcements from the Prophet Job, patron saint of adversity

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I awoke to the soothing voice of the Prophet Job coming over the public address system.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” it said. “We are encountering turbulence. Please take your seats and buckle your seatbelts.”

Turbulence.

To my dulled brain, Job’s message made perfect sense. As the patron saint of adversity, Job knew a thing or two about chaos, trouble, and confusion.

Then I realized that it was not the voice of the Prophet Job at all but the pilot speaking from the cockpit.

I adjusted my seatbelt and glanced up at the middle linebacker sitting next to me. The man was huge; the top of my head only vaguely approached his shoulder.

I hereby admit to some selfishness regarding my personal space. But in an airplane, regardless of middle linebacker types, you can’t just step outside for a better perspective.

Or less turbulence.

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