I Chose Life.

Law of Attraction, simply stated, is that we attract into our life what we think about. Thoughts become things. There are no coincidences. Things don’t happen because of chance, luck or accident.

Almost forty years ago, the life I’d known for 13 years was extinguished when my mother and two younger sisters were killed in an Air Canada plane crash. Back then, when a tragedy struck, particularly of this magnitude, the most common thing said was that time would heal. There were no grief counsellors or trauma specialists jumping in to help. In fact, no one talked about it. People didn’t know what to say or do, so pretending that everything was as it should be, life just had to go on.

I’m not sure there is any explanation for such an awful tragedy using the Law of Attraction. But what I do know is that I chose LIFE. And in doing so, I made sure that as often as possible, my thoughts were focused on positivity, patience, optimism, gratitude, joy and life fulfillment.

As we approach the fortieth anniversary of the plane crash, and having just finished writing a book about life since 1970, I see without question that I’ve had a joyous and meaningful like because I chose LIFE over and over again.

My book, Repairing Rainbows, will be available in a few weeks. There will be a memorial service and dedication to a future beautiful memorial garden at the crash site for the upcoming fortieth anniversary. And a few weeks ago, while sitting on a beach with my husband Barry in Punta Cana, I got an email from a CBC journalist about his interest in doing a documentary about the memorial. My first thought was that I had to find a way to make that documentary very interesting. Then, that same afternoon, on that same beach, I met a man who was a retired commercial pilot. Within minutes of chatting, I discovered that he had witnessed the plane crash. He was there. He was 17 years old and had always dreamed of being a pilot, so he used to go to the airport to watch the planes take off and land. He was there that Sunday morning, and when he saw the engine smouldering on the runway, he jumped in his car and drove to the crash site hoping to help. He was the first one to arrive and he never got out of his car.

He went on to become a pilot for Air Canada, and he said over and over that for as long as he lives, he will never forget that horrific Sunday morning.

I was speechless.

Coincidence? I think not!

I showed him the email from the CBC journalist on my Blackberry. I asked if he would be interested in participating and he immediately agreed.

To make things even more incredible, his wife was a retired long-time employee of the Toronto Star.
Coincidence? I think not!

I immediately told her how I had been trying to get permission from someone at the long-gone Montreal Star to use a picture from the newspaper for my book cover. It was a picture of my sister’s doll that was found almost intact at the crash site. Seeing that doll which my sister had named Barbara, on the front page of the Montreal Star the day after the plane crash, threw everyone into an unforgettable blood chilling state of hysterics. Almost forty years later, and I will never forget that terrifying feeling.

When I got back home from Punta Cana, I followed her instructions and found the photographer who had taken the picture. I contacted him and he agreed to sell me the picture.

Suddenly this CBC documentary was becoming very interesting.