Titanic Part 3 and reflecting on the Miracle on the Hudson

I never finished my Titanic posting. Sometimes kids do cute things like brush their teeth with sand that you just have to rush and tell people about it.

In any case--as for the Goldsmith family, life was never the same after the sinking as for many of the people that did survive that disaster.

The presenter--made an interesting comment. Many people say that the ones who lived were the lucky ones. They weren't. They "survived", but their lives were never the same. Women and children got off the boat first--most without their husbands. Many were left destitute.

As for the Goldsmith family, they did move on. Little Frank was convinced that his father's final words would turn out to be true even after it was reasonable to assume enough time had passed that his father would have died by then anyway. In Detroit, I believe Mr. Goldsmith stated that his grandmother and father lived near a ball park. Everytime a homerun was scored--Frank would get really sad and be affected by the noise. The noise was cheering--but all he heard was that night on the life boat in the water beneath a moonless sky when he turned and saw Titanic go under and all the screams of the people when that happened.

Mr. Goldsmith thinks this is why he was never taken to baseball games as a kid or to any large scale event. It was too difficult for his father.

Every year in March and April, Frank would get really depressed and withdrawn. It happened every year since the sinking and continued on well into his adulthood.

Clearly the event effected him in an unimaginable way that he couldn't begin to understand but had to suffer through. Today--we'd say it is likely he had Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.


The Titanic is such a fascinating story but such a sad one.

Then yesterday, just before I ran the girls to their dance class I popped onto a CNN and found a stunning headline. A US Airways plane in the Hudson. Say WHAT? I couldn't believe it. Started reading--popped on the news. (I'm a newshound by trade in my pre-kid life.) When I hear of a tragedy I have to find out--did anyone live, did anyone die, should we pray, are they being rescued? All those questions.

By the time I saw the pictures, the plane was swarmed but you really couldn't see much. So I Tivo'd and took the kids to class.

One of our local news stations has their audio frequency matched to radio, so we could listen to the news. When they said that they think everyone survived...I told my kids and told them right then and there we need to PRAISE GOD. This was a true MIRACLE!!!

Everything had to work just perfectly so all these people could live and it did. (I explained that birds don't go to church and pray--so they got in the way and God made this accident into a most happy ending.)

This morning there was a family on that had been on the plane. A young couple with a 4 year old and a 9 month old that were headed to Charlotte for her mother's surgery that was happening today. The overwhelming look of *we almost lost our entire family*--I can't describe their eyes. You knew they were grateful to be alive--but the realization that they could have been lost. I just cannot stand it. Their story of survival is amazing as for the first time they were separated on a flight-4 rows apart. The mom was sitting next to a gentleman who was so calming. He ended up holding her lap child for her for the brace for impact. The trust to do that. I can't fathom it.




I believe everything happens in Gods timing. Including my procrastination in completing writing about our Titanic presentation.

At the presentation they reminded us to Dance like know one is watching and to Sing like noone can here you and to live life to the fullest. We have no idea when we will be called home. We should not live in fear of it, but we should not postpone life with our loved ones as though we have all the time in the world.

155 people experienced yesterday a traumatic event. Some will rejoice and others might grow up like little Frankie. But all will remember that God was watching them and their time was not done on earth.

Love your veggies, hug them with all your might!

Praise God each morning that he gave you another opportunity to wake up and Praise him each evening for the blessings you experienced that day.

Many blessings to your Garden of Love.