You’d probably
know what this post is going to be about just by reading the title. But hold
on, let me tell you what my memory recalls before we even have to get to the
core of the post. And yes, I know, I know. Something like this isn’t healthy for
the beginning of a new year post, but I can’t help it. Most part of this blog
wasn’t just about me – it’s about what I found really interesting to share to
people anyway. With that being said, here’s the thought:
I guess most
of you people who were with me throughout the senior high life didn’t get to
read what was early on this blog as much as it was all cheesy posts anyway.
Most of them were deleted as well by now, so no: you don’t get the chance to
read it either. But anyways, 5 years ago (since it is 2015 now) I get to write
about AirAsia with the same title as this post is. It was June 2010, if I could
rely on my brain power of some sort. I was to fly to Bali when my thoughts are
being as loud as they are today and thought if everyone is now able to fly with
them, what about those people who are terribly poor? Were they able to fly with
this flight then if the motto applies? Yeah, you can answer it yourselves even.
I always loved
flying; if you ever wonder. I find it interesting to know that there are only 2
excitements I found the airport contained as far as I’ve seen which are either
1) the group of people are excited to go somewhere they planned for vacation or
2) they are happy to finally go home for whatever reasons; for the good and the
bad. Sometimes, I even envision myself working for the airport in any-sort of
way like maybe dealing with passangers, tickets, or just being involved with
the airport life. Besides that, all of my flights were very satisfying;
nonetheless Air Asia itself. So I wonder if the experience I had 5 years ago
can help me relate to how, what if, and why this plane crashed just a week ago.
I know I am not God, therefore I am just going to infer. Televison people did
the work for us, and so I guess we’re just gonna wander around. We didn’t sign
up for the “suicidal mission flight towards the sea” anyway, right?
Now we get to
the cheesy part.
Recently, our
nation was shocked by the “AirAsia flight QZ 8501 was confirmed lost by the
first hour of it’s takeoff to Singapore from Surabaya” news. It happened
exactly 8 days ago, in the waters near Bangka Belitung / Borneo – IDK for sure
– with 162 passengers + 7 aircraft crew + 2 pilot and co-pilot. Today the
rescue team have found 31 bodies, in which about 10 or more are identified.
I haven’t
heard much of a plane crash now and then (fact: there were only 10 flight
crashes in Indonesia ever since Garuda’s crash in 1998 with 222 passengers
which proofs me how I was quite accurate to say ‘I haven’t heard such stories
now and then’), but in this crash this time I can feel something different as
if saying “yaudah, relain aja”. What kind of heck am I, I thought, to be able
to say that when I don’t even know what was the definition to be losing someone
who are dear to us – that they die almost the instant of the crash itself? What
if I am someone of losing my family in it? Will I be able to say the same
thing? Not as easy, I suppose. But then again, what can we do anyways? Mreka
udah mati juga, kan?
What I did
find different from other plane crashes throughout Indonesia was that this
time, we had a lot of help from several awesome countries around the world.
Some, of course, was offered because a few AirAsia QZ 8501’s passengers are
their citizen. Other than that, I was grateful for the help. We had such crew
to do that; in which I am grateful too.
I hope AirAsia
can recover from this crash since their vessels are new anyway and continue to
serve alongside of their motto. Because if they didn’t continue, I don’t know
where they will dump all their workers anyway. I prayed for the best. I did.
–red
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