Sunday, March 2, 2014
Too Close for Comfort?
Am I really a worry wart? Sometimes I wonder. My father was a renowned worrier, a world-class worrier. He went to extremes; there were even times when he was worried because he forgot what he was supposed to be worried about! My mother really did consider engraving his gravestone with the familiar quote, "see, I told you I was sick".
I probably do worry more than many people, but I believe I am more of a realist. I tend to think ahead to all the possibilities and prepare for them; like a boy scout I like to be prepared. For example, because we live in the midwest I always have emergency supplies; flashlights, lanterns, batteries, radios, etc. in case of tornadoes Sometimes my husband thinks I overdo it, but I'd rather be safe than sorry.
My dad was a white knuckle flyer, but he flew when necessary. I used to be a fearful flier, but have overcome that through my love of traveling. I have never been afraid of traveling. I will sit on the plane for ten hours to get to Hawaii because it's worth it. I have traveled all around Europe, including Turkey and Greece. I even went back to Israel a second time even though I saw Katytusha rockets flying over the border from Lebanon.
But now I find myself in a dilemma. We are planning a trip to Eastern Europe in the near future. Here's a map:
Right there in the middle is the Black Sea. On the east is Russia and on the north is Ukraine. Russia and Ukraine are on the brink war at the moment, if you believe the news. There are warships gathering in the Black Sea. We are supposed to be on the western side of the Black Sea, in Romania and Bulgaria. I am beginning to worry. Do I want to be that close to a possible war? That close to so much unrest and uncertainty? Or am I being paranoid? Of course my husband thinks I am being a worry wart. I need to know, what do you think?