I couldn’t think of anything else walking to work today other than the US. Airways plane crash on the Hudson that happened yesterday. My office is on the Hudson. We knew something big had happened when we saw a mess of ferries and helicopters headed up river.
Then CNN.com reported of a plane crash and our hearts sank. We went to the roof to see what we could, but I think secretly we were trying to prepare ourselves for the news–what everyone expected to be tragic. If the crash didn’t do it, it was so bitterly cold along the river we knew only a few minutes in the water would be all a heart could take.
Slowly but surely the plane and all the boats floated right in front of our office. By this time, miraculously, all of the passengers had been brought to safety.
We were so thankful for the rescue effort, for the competence of the pilot, and for the safety of the passengers. If the plane had gone down just a few miles up river (less than a minute when flying), where it has iced over, the outcome would have been dramatically different. I can’t find any word better to describe it than a miracle.