Everyone seems to have a theory about what happened to Malaysian Air Flight 370.
With those theories, the emotions of those most intimately involved — the family members and other loved ones of the 239 people aboard the jetliner — are pulled and pushed in every direction imaginable.
My heart breaks for those who are waiting for some sign, any sign, of the fate of those on board the Boeing 777.
Was the plane hijacked?
Did someone on board sabotage the aircraft?
Did the plane lose cabin pressure and fly on for hours before crashing?
Did the Triple Seven crash into the ocean, into the jungle, the Himalayas … where?
Is it sitting on a remote airfield in the middle of nowhere?
All these theories are being kicked around on various print and broadcast media.
No matter how this story turns out, there will be some serious questions to ask the authorities in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, where Flight 370 originated en route to Beijing, China.
I don’t know, nor will I dare predict, how it will end. It well might be that the plane crashed somewhere and it’s just taking the world an inordinately long time to detect the wreckage. It well might be a cut-and-dried mechanical failure of some sort.
You can rest assured, though, that everyone who proclaims some expertise on airline safety will venture ideas, theories and recommended solutions.
This story is going to remain on our conscience for a very long time after searchers find the airplane — intact or in pieces.
Meantime, let’s pray for strength for the loved ones who must endure this torture.