Just sitting here, watching news coverage of today's extraordinary air crash. A U.S. Airways jet with 155 passengers aboard made an emergency landing in the Hudson River…and no one was killed. One person suffered a couple of broken legs but that was it. The pilot, they say, made a miraculous water touchdown when his plane was damaged by a collision with a flock of geese. Then that pilot, Chesley D. "Sully" Sullenberger, assisted in getting the passengers off and he and his co-pilot were the last to leave the plane.
I have no fear of flying. I'm afraid of some things but not flying. Nevertheless, from now on when I get on a jet, even if it isn't U.S. Airways, I'm telling myself it's Sully in the cockpit.