Was going to blog today about something entirely different, but like everyone else, was transfixed by Falcon Heene, the Colorado boy who, for a while there, appeared to have taken flight in a hot-air balloon. As it turns out, it was a false alarm. While the authorities sent everyone possible to chase him—even the Denver airport was affected—he had apparently fallen asleep in a box in the attic where he'd been hiding, worried he'd get in trouble for somehow letting the balloon loose.
Already, the post-game quarterbacking has begun, and I'll leave that to the experts, but here's what the debacle taught me: Sometimes, we really do make a mountain out of a molehill. Not all disasters end up disastrous.
Let that be a lesson to worrywarts like me. Seriously.
P.S. Could there have been a more appropriate name for the boy than Falcon?