We all have little moments of crystallization. Single seconds that expand into a great cosmic pause button. The planets together hold their breath. And in that moment you have a completely detailed picture.

A moment to reflect on your moment.

In this stoppage time, some turn to family and how they have failed/disappointed/lost the particulars. Others turn to personal earmarks that have fallen short, the “But I never got to go to Paris.” guys.

Maybe you’ll be the above, or maybe you’ll be like that guy in first class who was screaming about not having clean underwear.

As I rode Flight 339 out of Pittsburgh into the ground I locked eyes with an infant who admist all the crying was playing with her mother’s necklace.

I had only one thought in my head:

That hot dog was a bad idea.