The pilot knew that it was now or never. One tiny error and the landing could result in a disaster of epic proportions. Hours of practice combined with a whole lot of luck would determine the outcome.
The pilot knew to relax which would slow the heart rate. The final descent took place while a hushed crowd looked on in silent prayer. And touchdown! Oh the relief. Oh the sweetness.
The landing of flight 1549 last week into the Hudson River? Think again. This is what it’s like to try to lay down Danny when he wakes up crying in the night. The rocking, the take off, the landing. If those stuffed animals could talk, oh the tales they’d tell. –Monica
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I know that feeling all too well. It sounds like you're a much better pilot than me, I've been crash-landing a lot lately.
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