Grateful for Safe Travel

I am grateful for safe travel; that I can traverse the world without the likely prospect of injury, illness or death. I flew thousands of miles today, over mountains and through deserts, bypassed the heat and cold. And in a matter of hours, I landed safe and sound, healthy and happy. I am grateful for the planes of today, for those who pilot the craft, engineer the cabin, manage the airspace, everyone. Not too long ago, travel was treacherous. Highwaymen, the elements, and disease could derail a trip, sending a traveler one-way to nonexistence. At least for me, at this time, I have no such worries. There are no highwaymen that I need to outrun and gun. There are very few meteorological events that would end my adventures; the most common occurrence being a mere delay. Regarding sickness, my travel pains may include slight hunger and fatigue, from sitting too long in a vessel soaring north of 500 miles per hour—tough life.

Perhaps it is a faux pas to describe gratitude for the things one has compared to those to have not. Nevertheless, I am grateful for safe travel.