When my plane was crashing, figuratively, I could see a 747 careening, on fire, out of the sky . . . and this song kept running thru my mind. I honestly wondered how I was going to handle being broke, again.

Just finding some peace in the crash was a comfort; and then, I smiled.

That was, I guess five years ago . . . this year, I've lost a not too small fortune since January.
I smile at that because five years ago I never imagined I could smile at that.
Each time my plane crashes I get to keep a little more, and learn a great deal more.

"A man becomes what he thinks all day long."

I think the Harry Nilsson song is what turned things around for me. It got stuck in my head. I'll never lose that smile.

Best Wishes,

H. G.