I asked them if there were any feathers at the crash because some guardian angels got roughed up protecting them. Honest!
Most of my life, I was uncomfortable with the concept. As I’ve gotten older and seen all the things that do happen to people, it astonishes me that freaky bad things don’t happen more often. Yet , if some accident, like going to a Batman movie on a Friday night, doesn’t happen at that one unique moment, any one of those who became a casualty that night, statistically, lives to a ripe old age. Even on the battle field, “one is taken,” the others left to tell stories to their grandchildren. How can mayhem so random and varied be restrained ? It seems to me only by direct intervention, or as the colonials called it, the “interpolations of providence.”