I’m not sure if it was the crash or the blood-curdling scream that alerted me to the fact that two months after 9-11, I was on a plane with a group of terrorists. I sat there staring, shaking… wondering.So this was it. My final moment. I’d always wondered if it would be heroic and strong… but the only thing that was strong was the sound of my heartbeat in my ears. And my breath. Maybe I could take these guys down with that.
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