On the eve of the 10th anniversary of the Miracle on the Hudson, I'm finding myself reflecting on the night before my first performance. My mum had flown over from Australia and we sat down to watch the 60 minutes interview with Sully. It was the first time I was watching everything the way the rest of the world, other than the other 154 passengers and crew from my flight did. It hit me, my senses for the first time in a month were very clear and it hit, I might not have been here. I was grateful that I was alive, but here I am 10 years later and life is so rich.
I'm busy working on my blog posts. Watch this space!