Blimey …
You heard about the plane that crashed, on Tuesday … ?
I got watching the news, yesterday: after the voice recordings from the plane’s flight recorder got leaked by someone.
It turns out that the co-pilot — one Andreas Lubitz — locked the plane’s captain out of the flight deck, when the Captain went to the loo.
And then, in the words of the French investigator at yesterday’s big news-conference, sent the plane into a “deliberate descent.”
The investigator made a point that he “wasn’t calling it suicide,” as “that’s not what this is.”
According to some German newspapers, the chap suffered with depression.
Personally … ?
Personally, there’s few things that make me feel ill.
And personally? I can understand deep depression: I’ve suffered with the condition, and those bleak moments can be VERY bleak, and force one to focus on NOTHING except oneself.
But still speaking personally … ? I THINK I can understand feeling depressed enough to want to take my own life. Although I’ve not — thankfully — been there for a while.
But ill … ? Yes. The thought that someone could willingly take their own life — and those of 150 other people — has left me feeling decidedly queasy …
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