Episode 24

Reflections from the life and times of Mr. Smith. Last time, Mr. Smith was headed to Egypt when the plane was about to crash into the Sphinx. All the passengers left out of the rear exit. Mr. Smith was laying in the aisle trying to crawl to freedom: I had almost made it to the exit. My knees had buckled. I could not crawl with them very well. I was dragging myself along with my hands when suddenly I heard a cry. It was the pilot. He stepped on my head as he ran towards the exit. Fortunately, I was able to grab onto his ankle. He pulled me through and out the exit. I was saved. And then I looked down. Or up. I saw the ground rush to meet me. Or was I rushing to the ground? I pulled my parachute release string but didn’t have time. And then I paused and reflected on time. And realized, time was not very important, it’s what you do with your time. Thus expired Mr. Smith…Just kidding. Who would be writing this if I were dead? Well, I suppose George could, or Joe, but that's beside the point. Back to the story: I landed safely, after all, sand isn’t that hard. Okay, it hurt a lot. But I landed on top of my parachute. The pilot wasn’t so lucky. He landed on a pointy part of a pyramid. After a few painful moments, I stood up and admired the view. Egypt is a magnificent place. Now if only I had some water…I want to go home.
Thus ends this week’s reflections. And then my mirror image disappeared.