At 30,000 Feet, I Watched My Wife Crawl Across the Floor With Both Legs in Casts While My Mother Hid Her Crutches—Then I Noticed What Was Recording Behind Them
Then actually handled it.
The video was not evidence of my virtue.
It was evidence of how obvious things had to become before I stopped protecting myself from conflict.
Once I understood that, deleting the personal copy was easy.
I did not need to replay my awakening.
I needed to live differently.
The third replay on the airplane still matters, though.
Because that was when I stopped watching for a villain and started looking at the environment.