Anyway, sitting here watching the news about the US Airways plane that crashed into the Hudson River only makes me want to fly more. I I’m sorry it does. My mother is scared to fly on planes and most of the older people I know have this intense fear especially after 9/11, but not me. I still want to see the world, mainly Australia (even though I heard they don’t care for the coloreds, but my cousin lives in Boston and I don’t think they are to fond of us there either).I can’t wait to book my ticket. Hell, I would even work on an air plane. Ha! You think some birds flying into an engine can stop me. Fuck you birds. I bet it was a flock of pigeons. Damn rats with wings.
Maybe I’m crazy but, I just think that’s a cool ass story to call and tell somebody.
“Hey, my plane is gonna be a little late. We hit some birds and landed in the Hudson River. Tell Marge to save me a plate. “
I am glad that everyone made it out safe.
The news still made me think about death. In situations like that many times the outcomes aren’t as “happy” and in a situation like that I can only imagine the thoughts of the crew and passengers. What do you think about or say when faced with your own mortality? On that slow decent into the water do you finally give all your burdens to whomever you worship? Do you say a prayer for those you will leave behind? And, what do you do after the fact? Once you realize that it was a false alarm, do you….I dunno.
I hear people say they want to die in their sleep, and how many people are lucky enough to choose. It was up to me I wouldn’t want to die in my sleep. Hell Nah! Not me. I was born during one of the biggest floods in Delaware history. Damn it! I want to go out with a bang. A blaze of glory. Give me a plane crash. Something! Let me get hit by a meteor. I’ll even take assassination. Just don’t burn me!
Yes, I do realize that my pervious statement might sound a little crazy.
But you’re crazy too,
KD
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