I got to thinking about near death experiences while I was watching the TLC special "Brace For Impact" about the landing of Flight 1549 in the Hudson River on Jan. 15, 2009 by Captain Chesley B. "Sully" Sullenberger. It was a chilling account of the dire situation the flight was in after hitting a flock of geese and being forced to land in the water. There was nowhere for the plane to land with New York City being below it. It truly is an amazing and miraculous story. Hearing the people's accounts of the thoughts running through their minds was chilling. They truly thought, they knew, they were going to die. The plane was crashing. No one was screaming or crying. It was quiet. Then they lived. They got a second chance at life.
I have had two near death experiences. At least I felt like I was going to die. One was so quick I didn't have time to think about anything at all. I was 17. I was riding in a mini-van with then boyfriend C. It was a rainy night, and we were going to a movie. A truck hit us from behind, spinning us around, straight into a concrete wall, across two lanes of 70 mph traffic. It was probably 2-3 seconds from impact of the truck to impact of the wall. I remember feeling the truck hit us, screaming, hitting the wall, then waking up with C screaming at me and freaking out. Luckily (huh) no one else hit us. A constable car saw the accident and called for ambulance. I had a nasty cut on my forehead and was bruised and banged up and super sore, but basically ok. My parents met us in the ER where I was waiting for a long time to be seen. My face and hair were all bloody. But I made it and was ok. I will never forget those 3 seconds going 70 mph towards that concrete wall. It was terrifying. But there were no thoughts of my life or anything else. Just the wall. A tiny scar is all I carry from that accident.