A Blessing in Disguise

             "What! They do not have any seats left on that plane either?" I think to myself furiously. I couldn't believe it. Every other budget plane was packed. My normally calm and pleasant countenance slowly changed and my face contorted in an all-consuming anger. Nostrils flaring, my mouth quivers, slurring words that spew out of my mouth like a volcano releasing its pent up lava. All my sister could say was sorry. In the series of even of this month, she has forgotten to relay one important message from Dan.

                The 2014 World Championship Cycling Competition will be held in China. All year round, I had been training and working hard just so I could compete in this annual competition. Come rain or shine, I would finish my daily 20 km round the town and complete my training plan that has been carefully drafted by my personal trainer. At that moment, I felt that all my hard work was for nothing. All the time and effort. Wasted. All that toiling and I have come up empty-handed. Everything happened because she forgot to inform me the date of the competition. All the seats were booked as it was the holiday season. it was awful but nothing can be done. I have to wait for the next competition.

                 We are sitting in front of the television watching the 8 o'clock news. Two years have passed since that day. All eyes and ears are on the television. As the reporter began speaking about a Malaysian Airline plane, each one of us sat up straight, hoping and praying that she will bring us good news after what had happened two years ago. The reporter informed us that the search for the plane was still in vain. Nothing could explain what had happened. Any theory and speculation were possible. All we had were broken hearted family members and loved ones. The whole nation are still grieving for the death of more than 200 passengers and crew. Two years back, on the plane I was going to book to China went missing somewhere around the Indian Ocean and till this day, no one could explain why.

                 Every single time I read news about the disappearance of the plane, my heart saddened and goes out to all who lost someone. Despite that, I always heaved a sigh of relieve and was grateful that my sister forgot to inform me the date of the competition. It was indeed a blessing in disguise.

                If I had board that plane on that day at that momebnt, my family members would have received a text message just minutes before the prime minister informed the world about the tragic incident. It said, " Malaysian Airlines deeply regrets that we have to assume beyond doubt that the MH370 has been lost and that none of those on board survived."