This morning I went through my usual routine of getting up out of bed and then going outside to tilt back in the sunshine to warm up and continue on with my sleeping. But in stead of sleeping I watched black smoke pouring into the sky about 4 blocks from our house. We live about a cornfield away from a small, but well used airport. A plane that had just taken off from the runway crashed into a home and the whole house was on fire. Neighbors rushed to help, with no regard to their own safety, pulled both pilots out of the wreckage and flames, who were badly burned but alive. They were Life Flighted to Indy. The woman in the house was also pulled to safety by heroic neighbors without any physical injuries. Every day I sit outside watching both small and medium size planes fly low over our house as they land or take off. It sure beats living next to a sooty train depot like we did in Terre Haute. As I watched the smoke bellowing and filling the sky I said a prayer for the pilots and praised God for putting selfless people on this earth otherwise there would be widows and fatherless children in mourning tonight. It makes one stop to think of how fast life can change without a warning and the important things in life and tangible goods are not on that list but life and family are. Miracles happen.
Posted on: Fri, 26 Jul 2013 08:17:20 +0000
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