Note from My Dad - About Critical Incident Planning : What he would tell us about pilot training requirements

Today while working my way through my parent's correspondence and journals, recovered after their deaths in 2003 and 2006, I came across a single sheet, with an additional note attached. Both in my Dad's handwriting, but showing the difference between 1991 and the tiny note dated 9/1999.  I am working on "their book" elsewhere (The Long Goodbye - A WWII Love Story ).  My Dad, John W. Atkinson,  was in the Army Air Corp during WWII. He was a pilot. He was an instructor of other pilots.

It has not been a month since the first anniversary of the crash of flight 3407, when I lost my dear friend Susan Wehle. My Dad's voice was in my ear from the moment I learned of the crash of flight 3407. I want to share here what I just found, in his own words:

Staying Healthy

My cousin used to talk with me about the difference between problems and annoyances. He spent a good amount of his time helping people sort out the difference, to get the world in perspective. At the end of the day, you do what you are able and then it is out of your hands.

So how does this relate to Staying Healthy?

Which hat am I wearing?

Typing playfully or with serious intent? The terse 140 character comments of Twitter come more easily than extended discourse. Even then blathering into the blogsphere seems like making the air harder to breath.

And now I've decided to inhabit parallel environments, layers and layers. Professional work RL, PlayRL and all extended into the virtual world of Second Life. I need more real estate on my monitor. Multitasking in layers is like digging into the bottom of my closet

Wait... shhh... I didn't say that..