I will never forget one Friday in the Chicago O’Hare Airport. I had just finished speaking and was anxious to get home to my family in California, so I could spend another day, another week, another month on the road. I seemed to be chasing life at that time. I hurried to the gate from which my plane was scheduled to depart, but by the time I arrived, the door had closed, and the airplane was pulling back from the gate. It was a DC-10. Flight 191.
In a little over an hour later, a broken bolt would give way on that plane. The wing pod would fall off, and the plane would crash, with great loss of life.
To this day, I keep that invalidated ticket on Flight 191 to remind me to enjoy a portion of all life’s harvests as they are reaped. When I get angry or frustrated from time to time, my wife will pull out that ticket and ask simply, “What are you grousing about today?” I look at my ticket, I look at my life, and I must conclude, “Nothing.” Every day is Christmas and every day is Easter to me.
Timing Is Everything, Denis Waitley, page 270