Heros...

No, not the sandwiches, the real people. People like you and me, caught up in freaky circumstances, that do heroic acts to help, rescue and/or save other people. I've been watching a program this evening on television about heroic rescues and I got to thinking about some of the incredible rescues that I've seen on t.v. or read about over my almost 64 years of life on this great earth of ours.

With the exception of the 9/11 bombings and those police and firemen who helped to save as many people as they could before their own lives were lost, I would have to say that the pilot that put that airplane down in the Hudson River made the most incredible impression on me. Not only the pilot, but the whole crew on that airplane. Not only the pilot and the crew, but the things that the passengers did to help each other, the younger folks that helped the older folks or the men that made sure all the women and children were out of the plane before they exited.

The sight of all those men and women standing on the wings of that airplane in the middle of the river, calmly awaiting rescuers in the boats that were coming to pluck them to safety, some holding hands to help others keep their balance, some going in the water to help others that slipped off to get back onto the wing, the story about the captain walking the aisle of the airplane to make sure each and every one of his charges were safely out before he left the plane...

These people, each and every one, are heroes. At least they are to me.