This is a guest post by The Urban Blabbermouth. Comments, as always, are welcome.
On each anniversary of the terrorist attack on the World Trade Center, I think about my neighbor who went to work there and never returned home. I think of those who died and of their families and hope that they are coping well with this hurt. I think of the images on TV of the Towers collapse. I think about the people I saw coming over the Brooklyn Bridge covered in ash looking like ghosts and zombies. I think about lateness.
My neighbor, good provider that he was, made the decision to get up early that morning so as not to be late for work and he did not come home. Some people made the decision to get up late that morning, were late to work, missed everything, and went home. Something is off here. The results do not add up. Do the right thing, make the right decision to be on time for work and end up with a bad result -- dead, or make a bad decision to do the bad thing, to be late for work and end up with a good result -- alive.
Good decisions go bad and bad decisions go good despite ourselves. No one knows why. We explain by some common sayings; the luck of the draw as if this is a card game, or make enough decisions and the odds are that X will be good and Y will be bad as if it is a math problem or it is the Will of God. The first two are random. Can happen to anyone at any time. The last is planned. In Book of Job, God tests our faith. God says He has a Plan for each of us but God does not tell us the details. So no matter the reason for it, we still don't know why good decisions go bad or why bad decisions go good.
Yet, decisions must be made. Decide -- be on time for work or be late for work? To quote from a sci-fi novel The Dosadi Experiment by Frank Herbert, "The least thing that is known shall govern your acts." One thing I do know, get enough latenesses to work and I will be fired.
The image above is from http://www.history.navy.mil/library/online/pentagon_9-11.htm