I was on a plane headed to Europe when something went terribly wrong, we began a sharp descendant. A fast downhill spiral that seemed only possible to end in complete death for everyone aboard. I was not alone on the plane either, I had my twin sister and my younger sister with me. There were other people on the plane too, strangers to me and my sisters though, I had never seen them before and now I thought I would never see them again. I told my sisters to stay in their seats, I would go to the cockpit, where the flight attendants were, and try to figure out what was going on. I went up to the cockpit, more like down really, the plane was in a spiraling nose dive and gravity took me down to the cockpit faster than one needed. I slammed into the closed, hard, wooden door. The flight attendant, buckled in her little fold out chair grabbed me by the arm and tried to get me into an upright position, I was flat on my back. She pulled me up as I asked her what was going on, she told me she did not know. The door to the cockpit was locked, the …show more content…
pilots would not open the door or even answer her and her key for the door was on the opposite side of the plane. Flight attendants are the ones that are supposed to keep everyone calm and keep things going smoothly aboard the plane. I had no choice but to go and get the key, something had gone very wrong in the cockpit and I knew it, we needed to help, anyway we could, the only way I could think of me being able to help at the time was to get the key so we could unlock the door and get in to see, what had happened, what was happening. I pried the flight attendants clammy fingers off of me, despite the death grip she had on my arm and began making my way over to the other side of the plane.
I was crawling on my stomach, on the door to the cockpit and what would normally be a wall. Things kept falling out of the overhead compartments on the plane and crashing down my way. I no longer had the safety of the flight attendants fold out chair and it seemed like the luggage thought it was open season, for me. I got hit by books, small carry ons and purses, I even got hit by the trays and food from the airplane meals. None of it was pleasant. It all hurt, except the food, that just disgusted me. It was gross airplane food and I couldn’t tell what it was and even though I was on a mission to get to the key and unlock the cockpit door I could not help but try to avoid having things hit, and avoid having any of the disgusting and discolored food land anywhere near my
mouth. When I finally made it over to where I had spotted the key I had been hit by everything imaginable, and it all really hurt, but for as many things that had hit me, more had fallen. I couldn’t see the key, it was buried under, well, buried under everything. I began digging, I put myself over the area I was digging out to keep the falling luggage and food from destroying any progress I was making, after what seemed like an eternity, but was really probably only 30 seconds, I got the the bottom and saw, no key. Though I did see the edge of a copper, semi-shiny object, it was rounded and then went to make a straight line, the end was covered but I knew that it was the key, I knew like I knew my own name. I reached hurriedly for the key and got it just before everything shifted as more began to fall, I would've lost the key forever. I half walked and half crawled back to the door, I’m sure it was a funny sight for the others on the plane watching me and screaming things I couldn’t quite understand. When I made it back to the door the flight attendant unbuckled herself and came over to the door with me, together we began to clear a path so that we could unlock the door. When we got the door unlocked and had entered the cockpit, basically by falling into it with all of the random luggage we found two unconscious pilots and two spilled drinks that we thought nothing of at the time, I mean the plane wasn’t in a normal position after all. It had only been a couple of minutes since the downward spiral had begun but already we were way too close to the surface for comfort. I could make out the individual waves in the ocean. I could also see them lapping up against a shore. We shoved the unconscious pilots out of the way and pulled up hard on both control wheels. The plane began to stabilize itself, the vicious downward spiral slowed and turned into a quick descent, we had to land the plane, hopefully without it ending in an explosion. We both had seen the shore of an unknown land mass and knew to head for it. She signaled for me to take control, I didn’t really know the proper way to do that so I just continued steering, while she grabbed the radio and tried to get out the word that we were crash landing on the shores of a random landmass, both pilots unconscious. The shore got closer every second, I could see rocks that resembled a sort of path and some scraggly trees. I pulled the nose of the plane up and began applying pressure on the brake pedal looking thing. I could only hope that it would slow us down enough to make a safe crash landing. I did something right, the bottom of the plane hit first, on land. Greeting me with a rough, yet satisfactory jolt. The plane began to skid to a stop, we didn’t put out the wheels so the landing was rough and took a toll on the plane, but we landed and came to a stop relatively quick thanks the the trees and the friction from the bottom of the plane. When the plane stopped completely we rushed out of the cockpit hoping that everyone was okay, hoping we wouldn’t be scared for life by what we saw in passenger seating area. Thankfully everyone was okay, leaving us one less scar to add the the total for the day. I ran straight to where my sisters were sitting, they were unharmed but my younger sister Emma was shaking in the arms of my twin sister Sara. As soon as they got themselves unbuckled I gave them a huge hug, I was so relieved that we were all still together and alright in light of what had happened. I wouldn’t have been able to handle what came next without my sisters there with me. The other passengers had unbuckled themselves when we ended our embrace and were heading out of the plane. When we were all out of the plane we made a line and passed out everything we could salvage, everything from every luggage department we could get into. All of the luggage and edible food in hand we began the long and tiresome trek to the only thing in sight, a large building with a tall spiral on top. We were in a huge rush, none of us wanted to be stuck out there in the middle of nowhere at night. We climbed over fallen trees and trampled through thick underbrush, following a sort of path made by stones that had been overcome by weeds. Emma sat on my shoulders clutching her doll and blanket to her chest with a backpack full of food, soap and hair stuff on her back. I had my large suitcase in one hand and mine and Emma’s carry-ons in the other along with her leg to make sure she wouldn’t fall off of my shoulders. Sara carried all of our other stuff. She had her suitcase and carry-on as well as her own backpack full of food and blankets we had found on the plane. After many tiring hours of hiking through the forest we arrived at the large spiral building. A few of the men went ahead to check and make sure that we could get in the building safely before waving on the rest of us. We made it in right as the sun was setting, too close to dark for comfort but at least we had a place to stay. Inside of the building was musty, it had definitely been abandoned a few years ago but it would more that do for keeping us safe until help could come and rescue us. Whoever owned the place never bothered to shut of the water or electricity going to it so once they turned it all on we were set. A huge staircase was in the middle of the room, it swept out on both sides with beautifully carved hand rails. As we climbed the elegant marble stairs, Emma walking, it made a wonderful and calming sound that reverberated off the walls and resonated in the air. At the landings we all began to split up and go to different rooms with the people in our groups where we would set up camp and stay for the night. Sara, Emma and I entered a room on the third floor, along with only a few other groups. Our room was astounding in every way, both good and bad. It was covered in a thick layer of dust that made the lighting hazy and weird. It had a large full size bed in the middle with thick, musty sheets on it that were still made. The floor was covered in a lush possibly velvet colored carpet, the room also had high quality, large, oak dressers, vanities, side tables, bookshelves and armoires along every wall. The bathroom included a deep marble sink, a large bathtub, a shower and of course the expected toilet. There was even toilet paper, towels and soap still under the sink. Another door in the room led to a large walk in closet with empty hangers and barren shelves. Behind the last door was a hot tub, it no longer had water but it was definitely a hot tub when the building was in use. Having explored all the rooms in what we then knew to be a suite, we decided it was time to go to bed. It was definitely passed 3 year old Emma’s bedtime and Sara and I were exhausted from the hike it took to get there. We stripped the bed, shook out the sheets, in the hallway, the remade it making sure only sheets were on the bed, nothing else. Emma got changed into her pajamas, to innocent and young to realize that it wasn’t really appropriate at the time but it seemed to be more so for her age. We climbed in the freshly made bed and laid our tired heads on the musty pillows. Emma lay in between Sara and I so that she would be safe, it made her feel better. Emma fell asleep quickly, and though it took me and Sara a little while we did manage to fall into a restful and relaxing sleep.
It was a warm rainy June night the humidity was high which made it even harder to breathe on the crammed boat. My family was asleep on the constantly rocking boat suddenly the boat shook, but my family was still fast asleep. I couldn’t seem to fall asleep so I got up and stepped out on the cold wet steel boats upper deck to get some air. When I got outside I realized that it was pouring bucket sized rain. I saw increasingly large waves crash furiously against the lower deck. Hard water droplets pelted my face, I could taste the salt water in my mouth from the spray of the ocean. Suddenly A massive wave slammed hard against the ship and almost swallowed the boat. Wind gusts started kicking up. I held onto the rail grasping it as if it were my prized possession. Suddenly I was blown
One night I was kitchen washing the dishes when all of the sudden my mother walked in and asked me if I have talked to my dad. I had replied that I hadn't heard from him in about a year. The next thing I know the words "Your Grandpa passed away yesterday morning, nobody knows were your dad is and they can't keep his body in the morgue past tomorrow." came from her mouth. I just stood there in shock, I couldn’t do anything. She told me to get ready and that we could drive up to my dads house in Ona. When we got there the windows were broken and covered up with some type of sheet and there was a piece of paper on his door that read "Go away. Just leave me alone...please.". We wrote a note and put it on the door and went home. That night I laid in my bed screaming inside my head and crying my eyes out for over a hour. In the morning I had a huge panic attack. I kept hearing ringing and buzzing noises and I could hardly breathe. It took me about thirty minutes to work up the nerve to come out of my bedroom. I ended up going
not on the outside. All I wanted to do was find someone, get a story,
Paterniti’s tone throughout the story seemed very soft and calm because he is writing about a delicate situation that occurred in history. He is extremely detailed and figurative with his use of language. What made Paterniti stand out from the other writers that we have previously read, is his opening paragraph. I read the opening of the story at least three times before I understood that he was describing the place where the crash would occur. If I had to base the story off the opening, a plane crash would have been my last guess.
Ans’s transition was not an easy transition, it took her a while to transition because she could not connect any objects or humans in America to any inanimate objects or friends or parents from back home. And to make matters worse, Ana was not willing to transition into the new environment. We see this when Ana mentions that “for the first few months, I called them nothing at all”(Nović 124). Once Ana arrived to her new house, Ana mentioned, “I picked the room with the bigger window because it reminded me of the balcony in Zagreb… but in the first few months I spent each day searching for the skyline for a building, craving something dirty or metal” (Nović 126). Ana was homesick. She could not get over the fact that she is a long way from
When I stepped into the large neatly organized white polished plane, I never though something would go wrong. I woke up and found myself on an extremely hot bright sunny desert island filled with shiny soft bright green palm trees containing rough bright yellow hard felt juicy apples. The simple strong plane I was in earlier shattered into little pieces of broken glass and metal when crashing onto the wet slimy coffee colored sand and burning with red orange colored flames. After my realization to this heart throbbing incident I began to run pressing my eight inch footsteps into the wet squishy slimy light brown sand looking in every direction with my wide open eyes filled with confusion in search of other survivors. After finding four other survivors we began moving our small petite weak legs fifty inches from the painful incident. Reaching our destination which was a tiny space filled with dark shade blocking the extreme heat coming from the bright blue sky, I felt my eyelids slowly moving down my light colored hazel eyes and found myself in a dream. I was awakened the next day from a grumbling noise coming from my empty stomach.
There is an old saying that any landing you can walk away from is a good landing. There is a lot of truth to this statement, especially if you are the one walking away. Here are the stories of two such landings that I am personally familiar with. Since they are both very similar in nature, they will be discussed simultaneously in the pages to follow. N9KF was a Model 1 Kitfox. It was built and flown by my father. The Kitfox is an experimental, homebuilt kit plane. Every plane, like every person, has a story. This is the story of N9KF or at least the story as I know it.
With music blasting, voices singing and talking, it was another typical ride to school with my sister. Because of our belated departure, I went fast, too fast. We started down the first road to our destination. This road is about three miles long and filled with little hills. As we broke the top of one of the small, blind hills in the middle of the right lane was a dead deer. Without any thought, purely by instinct I pulled the wheel of the car to the left and back over to the right. No big deal but I was going fast. The car swerved back to the left, to the right, to the left. Each time I could feel the car scratching the earth with its side. My body jolted with the sporadic movements of the car. The car swerved to the right for the last time. With my eyes sealed tight, I could feel my body float off the seat of the car.
“Goodbye, Tom! I'll see you in three days. I love you.” The woman said, standing at the doorway as her husband slowly backed out of the driveway. The feeling over loneliness immediately washed over her, and she began reminding herself that he'd only be gone a few days before he'd be back home to his loving family.
After three hours we arrived at our first break stop. We stopped at a section that was on top of the waterfall. The view was amazing and spectacular because we had never seen anything like this. As we continued our hike after several more break stops, and nine more hours of hiking, we finally arrived at the top of El Capitan. Once we got to the top the view was amazing. We could not imagine how beautiful it was up there on top of the world. After about half an hour we started heading back down, when all of a sudden out of no where I felt someone push me out of the way. A man that was in a hurry to get back down pushed me so hard, that I lost my balance and fell of a twenty foot cliff. At that moment in time I could see flashbacks of my life. After a couple seconds of falling I somehow landed between two rocks which shattered my right foot. After that happen every one that was there tried to get help but unfortunately cell phones do not work in Yosemite, but the man that pushed me over the cliff had a walky-talky and he called for help.
The moment we stepped foot into the hospital, I could hear my aunt telling my mother that “he is in a better place now”. At that moment, something had already told me that my dad was deceased; it was like I could feel it or something. I felt the chills that all of a sudden came on my arms. As my mother and grandmother were both holding my hand, they took me into this small room. The walls were white, and it had a table with four tissue boxes sitting on the top. My other grandmother was there, and so were my two aunts, my uncles, and
How many times have an average person flown in an airplane, did people ever think what the world would be like without them? Airplanes have provided people with opportunities to go all over the world to experience different cultures and places. They also create jobs for many people which contributes to how they boost the economy. In conclusion, they appear as a more clean way to travel, helping out the Earth. The airplane was one of the most important inventions due to it creating jobs, creating easier cultural access, causes economic boosts, and created less pollution than most means of travel and also has an interesting history.
Last year I got involved in a massive car accident. It was the most terrified part of life. It was the moment. I will never forget in my whole life. Before, I never realized how people really feel when a car accident happens.But,after this car accident I know what really it felt like. It was the moment. My mind was totally feared of driving. I was crushed by the hot metal and cold dirt of car. I was not feeling my arm,my body was numbed.It was felt like my lower body pressed down with monster force. All I could feel was the noise of car accident ringing in my ear.I was barely able to move my body. I was kept thinking. What my parents going to think about this? Where is my friend John? I looked through the window and saw the cars passing by
Years ago I had the most terrifying, shocking day of my life. I had between seven or eight years when this happened. The day before the accident, all my family was at my grandfather’s house. We all were eating the food my mother and my aunts brought, telling jokes at the dinner table. Meanwhile, I was playing with my cousins in the backyard. Everyone was enjoying the family meeting. As the time passed by and everyone was about to go home, my mother suggested the idea that we all should go at my grandparent’s ranch next day, since everyone was in town we all could have the chance to go. Everyone liked the idea. It was the perfect time to go because it was a weekend. As they all agreed to go, they begun to decide who bring what to the gathering. Who would have thought that thanks to that suggestion, I would lead me to the hospital the day of the reunion.
Accidents happen all the time whether we know it or not. Some could possibly be avoided and others may not. I was a young girl, who didn’t truly grasp the concept of life and death. Every time I was upset about something, I would think about ending my own life. However, through one horrifying incident, that silly thought of mine completely vanished. Thanks to that specific mishap, the way I perceived life and death has in turn, changed entirely anew.